Monthly Archives: July 2011

Six Sentence Sunday, 31 July 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

My job was not a bad job, as my parents reminded me. It was quite a good job, actually, for someone who was not in college (could not be in college), and through one connection or another I had gotten … Continue reading

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More Lessons from Six Sentence Sunday: Of Sizzle and Slush

I signed up for Six Sentence Sunday again this week, so I know what I’m going to be doing this Sunday: reading other people’s posts. Thank heaven for browsers with tabs. I go through the list of links for the … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 24 July 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

I walked across the bridge, watching the wind ruffle the leaves and bits of disused trash blow across the sidewalk: a playbill from a cabaret evening, a lottery ticket, a torn bit of newspaper no longer legible. It didn’t matter. … Continue reading

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What I am learning from Six Sentence Sunday

Well, I just signed up for Six Sentence Sunday, yet again, and I’m thinking about what I find so compelling about this exercise. The opportunity to see the work of other writers. Most of the folks writing it are doing … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday: 17 July 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

On my way out, I stopped at the restroom. There are two of them, two little rooms side by side, decorated with photographs in frames and chandeliers with dangling lusters overhead. As I washed my hands, I looked at the … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday: 10 July 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

“Babushka tells me lots of stories. How the forest witches came to Petersburg after the deforestation.” “Why not go further east?” “That was already taken.” I thought of the fox I’d seen that morning, trotting through the imitation English cloister … Continue reading

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Writing with friends, or the fine art of getting it done

One of the mysteries of writing, or indeed any art form, is the gravitation of audience. If somebody’s paying attention in a friendly way, sometimes even if they’re just in the same room, it works. I’m musing on this Eternal … Continue reading

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