Monday, March 30, 2015
Pitchapalooza ends tomorrow...
...just a few hours left to vote for Katherine Parker Richmond and The Door to Yesterday.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
2015 may just be the Best. Year. Ever. (so far)
I admit it: I've been so busy writing fiction, I've ignored my poetry--to the extent that I didn't realize one of my poems got published over a year ago.
Back in 2012, I submitted "Lacuna" to the LDS women's magazine Segullah, and they accepted it for their last print issue. What I didn't realize is that they added it to their e-zine in February 2014. Check my sidebar for the link.
In other, even more fabulous news, my pitch for The Door to Yesterday was selected for NaNoWriMo's 2015 Pitchapalooza. If I win, I get a free 1-hour consultation with the Book Doctors, to help me hone my pitch to perfection as I begin my epic quest for a literary agent, which is slated for this spring. Please stop by Pitchapalooza 2015 and vote for my pitch. Then, you can say you knew me before I was famous.
Thanks in advance!
Back in 2012, I submitted "Lacuna" to the LDS women's magazine Segullah, and they accepted it for their last print issue. What I didn't realize is that they added it to their e-zine in February 2014. Check my sidebar for the link.
In other, even more fabulous news, my pitch for The Door to Yesterday was selected for NaNoWriMo's 2015 Pitchapalooza. If I win, I get a free 1-hour consultation with the Book Doctors, to help me hone my pitch to perfection as I begin my epic quest for a literary agent, which is slated for this spring. Please stop by Pitchapalooza 2015 and vote for my pitch. Then, you can say you knew me before I was famous.
Thanks in advance!
Labels:
fiction,
nanowrimo,
pitchapalooza,
poetry,
the door to yesterday,
writing
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
A late valentine
Mostly, I've been working like crazy on the latest round of revisions to The Door to Yesterday. My second group of readers got their comments to me at the end of January, and I've been incorporating their suggestions: a herculean task which has absorbed most of my creative attention for the last month...but here and there, other muses creep in and leave an offering.
Kiss
My lips against you
the crush of skin to skin
mine yielding to yours
as yours yields to mine.
A single act
becomes a metaphor:
we press together
in paradox
stronger as we
both give way.
A kiss is
love in a nutshell.
Kiss
My lips against you
the crush of skin to skin
mine yielding to yours
as yours yields to mine.
A single act
becomes a metaphor:
we press together
in paradox
stronger as we
both give way.
A kiss is
love in a nutshell.
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