Last year I entered a writing contest. It was a flash fiction competition. The deal for the first round was you were assigned a genre and a few things to include in your story, and then two weeks later you had to submit your piece. Since I have been ruining my chance at a literary … Continue reading End of the peace process
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Moby Dick in Manhattan
Back just before my husband and I bought our first house, I was ramping up for a career writing fiction. But then I read a story in the New Yorker about this really talented writer who was living in poverty despite critical praise for his books, because they weren't really selling. In my mid-20s, the whole thing … Continue reading Moby Dick in Manhattan