Day 70: Entering a Very Short Story Contest

Based on a bet-winning short story by Hemingway, “For sale. Baby Shoes. Never worn.” the Gotham Writer’s Workshop is sponsoring a Very Short Story Contest. Seems Hemingway was predicting the future, given the twitter-appropriate length of his missive. The contest requirements? Ten words or less. I should be able to handle that commitment, right? Let’s just hope […]

Day 67: Walking D(r)ead

Remember my post about training for a 5k? It’s hard to try to run in cold, icy conditions when you’re a gimp, so I figured I’d try to keep the momentum by walking. (When I’m ready to pound the pavement again I might invest in the Zombies, Run! 5k training app. It’s supposed make working […]

Day 63: Attempting Poetry

tabletop, weathered oak a leather menu lands unopened i stare across at you, hunger absent save for an understanding of what went wrong. _________________________ Each day of 2014, I’m forcing encouraging myself to have at least one new experience (and chronicling it to keep it real). If you’re interested in why–though I can’t for the life of […]

Day 57: Writing a NYC Haiku

Reflecting off glass, His taxi passes by me– My tea, I savor. _________________________ Each day of 2014, I’m forcing encouraging myself to have at least one new experience (and chronicling it to keep it real). If you’re interested in why–though I can’t for the life of me imagine anyone would be that bored–check out the […]

Day 54: Writing a Fiction Amuse-bouche

Elton John. Sir. Past his prime; curdled milk.  Bloated, sweaty, warbling. Has been? Never been, as far as I’m concerned.  S*Q*U*A*R*E. Tiny Dancer is a cheese grater on my gray matter. A friend knows this well and upon entering his apartment he rarely fails to cue Reginald Kenneth Dwight. (Yes, Sir Elton’s real name is […]