Hey, y’all. Thought I’d pop in—because that’s what we’re doing these days, apparently, based on the last time I visited you here on TSP, but you love me anyway—and give you the official greeting of all fall lovers. And this, too. But, yes, we reached the official start of autumn in September and despite the …
Aggie and the Woman, The End.
That Monday afternoon, Marième waved at Aggie when she stepped onto the train. Aggie waved back. I wish you the very best, she told the woman silently. It was all she could do. * As usual, Marley was waiting for Aggie when the latter exited the train station. “Did you have a good day today?” …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 7
This is probably my favorite portion of the story. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ “Yaa, is everything all right?” her mother asked breathlessly when her daughter’s face came into view on the computer’s camera a few hours later. Unlike the majority of her friends and family, her mother rarely referred to her as Agnes or Aggie. Rather, she preferred …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 6
“You were quiet at dinner,” Marley said to Aggie as the two strolled down a path behind the Van Streck home that evening. The path led to a clearing, which provided an even more breathtaking view of the Alps. Since the incident on the train a few days ago, Aggie had been reliving it all …
@frowriter.
The word for this year: intentional. I discussed my social media break here. Well, today, I posted on my frowriter IG page for the first time since 2019. Why? Because I’m a writer. And this year I have a lot of projects in the air. And I want folks to know about those projects and …
Quarantine Check-In.
Quarantine Life. It's been a thing. Here's a round-up. Professional Life. I've been working from home since mid-March. It was initially a huge adjustment for me; I've worked remotely before, many times, but in a space where it's happening 8 hours a day, 7 days a week--there were a lot of tough moments. Structurally, I'm …
[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 …
it chose me.
It was inevitable that fiction would choose me, that my world would become consumed by it. From the fairy tales my mother brought before me, to the fascinating living stories around me, to the nursery rhymes that incited such vivid images in my mind, to the billowing curtain in my childhood bedroom that, to me, …
try: Artists Series #1
If you're an artist (writing, painting, singing, sculpting, dance, figuring out Math equations which, to me, is a true art form), perhaps, like me, your main medium is often influenced by another art form. For example, if you draw, you may love dance as a source of inspiration. As a writer, I find myself inspired by …
This Square Peg. 