First Lines Friday: Lolita

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One of the most (in)famous – and, to this day, still controversial – novels of all time features this first line: "Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins." It's (obviously) from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. Considering the rest of the book is about an older man raping a child as he takes her on a forced road trip across the U.S., this is a pretty bold opening line, wouldn't you Continue Reading...

Writing for change: #EndGunViolenceNOW

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I woke up this morning to the news that America's newest (i.e. most recent) deadliest shooting took place last night in an Orlando nightclub. This is unacceptable. As a nation, we've dropped the ball on gun control too many times already. (Most notably, after Sandy Hook.) And, as one of my friends shared on social media, I think this sentiment is apt: "Every time we leave our laws Continue Reading...

Joining groups & writing to market: 365K Club, week 23

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Featured image: photo credit: 6.07-Sansa's Letter to Littlefinger It’s that time of the week again: time for another 365K Club word count check-in! Numbers, please… June 4, Day 156: 243 words June 5, Day 157: 371 words June 6, Day 158: 319 words June 7, Day 159: 1,191 words June 8, Day 160: 560 words June 9, Day 161: 445 words June 10, Day 162: 380 words That’s a Continue Reading...

First Lines Friday: Beautiful Losers

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Inspired by my fellow 10 Minute Novelist, Sara Marschand, who asked the group if we had any favorite first lines from a novel, I've decided to feature some of my favorites every Friday. In graphic form! Because... why not? My favorite novel's first line is: "Catherine Tekakwitha, who are you?" It's from Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen. It may not be the most beautiful line in the Continue Reading...

The Iron Writer: Poetry Edition

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Yes, it's true: The Iron Writer has started a poetry competition! The first round started off simply enough with haiku. Here's what I wrote, based on the theme "bake": fuzzy head, coffee, scent of bread rising, morning melting like butter And yes, this is more of a senryu than a haiku, since my poem isn't expressly about nature. But, then again, neither was the theme. Last week's Continue Reading...