Are you on the train yet? Just stepped on. No seats available so I have to stand. Sigh. Too bad. Do you see Marième? Let me look. By the way, if we lose Wi-Fi, I’ll text you when we get above ground. Okay. That Friday afternoon, Aggie looked up from her text conversation with Daniel …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 4
“A bit hungry?” he asked, grinning. “You could say that,” Aggie replied before taking another bite. “What are you doing up?” “Couldn’t sleep.” He approached the refrigerator and also poured himself some milk. After warming the mug in the microwave, he sat down across from her. “Are you in the mood to share some of …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 3
Later, after a hearty dinner, Aggie stood on the patio. Despite the darkness, she could make out the silhouette of the Swiss Alps in the distance. After six months in the country, she was no less transfixed by the mountains and how they seemed to touch the corners of the expansive sky. It was the …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 2
Marley Van Streck, Aggie’s lifelong friend, usually picked her up from the Cornavin train station in the evenings. After accepting her new position, it went without saying that Aggie would live with Marley and her family in Geneva until she found her own residence. Of course, if it were up to Marley, Aggie would never …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 1
I spoke in my previous post about the transformative short story I wrote about a woman who had more in common with me as a person than I'd ever known in my own written fiction before. Happily sharing that short story with you in daily excerpts. See below for Part 1. **************************************************************************************************************************************** Aggie and the …
[Not] Writing.
I haven't written anything creatively in a long while. Fiction is my thing, my jam. You know that. But it's been excessively hard for me to hunker and write. I have some suspicions as to why. Let's talk them over. No inspo. Like most artists, inspiration is so huge for me. I need that flow, …
Blogtober #18: Keep That Same Energy.
I've said it a million times over: when it comes to writing and creating, I seem to burst with ideas and projects in the fall. It's the electricity in the air. It's the leaves. It's the absence of mosquitoes. Ideas have been coming at me nonstop (like legit novels, dear reader; me, who looks at …
“i was reborn when i was broken…”
As promised. Yesterday, when I heard the opening lyric of my boyfriend's masterful song, "Lifetime," I was immediately reminded of a conversation I had with Laura. Essentially, we discussed how pathos inspires our fiction. Creation comes from chaos. And to be honest, to paraphrase my boyfriend, some of my best work has come from being/feeling broken. Don't …
This Square Peg. 