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December 24, 2017

Peace Angel

I wanted to use it for something special, the payment I got for my first published story. And I found the very thing at the local Christmas Art Show: a painting by my favourite artist, Eveline Wallace. It was priced exactly right.

The actual title of this piece is “Snow”, but I call it “Peace Angel”. (I told Eveline about it, and she approves.) He’s such a cool dude, that angel. So I wrote a poem about him, and here it is – my Christmas greeting to you.

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Eveline Wallace, “Snow”, 2017. Mixed Me...

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Published on December 24, 2017 11:56

December 20, 2017

December 12, 2017

And We’re Live!

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“Magic in the Night”, my first ever officially published story, is now live at Enchanted Conversations! Go over here to read it (and if you feel inclined, tell me what you think).

When you’re done, go here to the table of contents to read the other submissions in the “Elves and the Shomaker” issue:

What happens when the solution to writer’s block may be worse for the writer? Can a worthless girl discover a talent she never expected? Why does an online store make sure all their hats are speci...

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Published on December 12, 2017 16:12

December 5, 2017

I’m Going to be Published!!

So, this just happened:

“Hi Angelika,

This is Amanda Bergloff, editor at Enchanted Conversation Magazine, and your story, “Magic in the Night” was selected for The Elves and the Shoemaker December Issue.”

Eeeeep!! I’m going to be published! With a fiction story! In a real online magazine!

Here’s the awesome piece of artwork Amanda Bergloff did as the cover image for my story:

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“The Elves and the Shoemaker” has always been one of my favourite fairy tales, so when Enchanted Conversation announc...

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Published on December 05, 2017 17:05

November 19, 2017

On Character-Driven Stories, or: It’s About the People

“Don’t tell Angelika,” a friend of ours, an engineer, said to my husband, “but I tried to read her book, and didn’t make it past the first few pages. There are way too many feelings in it!” My husband did tell me, because he knew what my reaction would be: I laughed long and hard.

But also, quite contrary to our friend’s expectations, I took his statement as a compliment. For one, he only tried to read the book because it was mine, i.e. it was an expression of friendship, which I appreciate....

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Published on November 19, 2017 20:12

November 11, 2017

Remember

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Published on November 11, 2017 10:14

November 9, 2017

News From the Writing Trenches: #NaNoWriMo2017

It’s Nanowrimo.

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I’ve got a bear.

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I’m writing.

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Oh, and it’s winter and stuff.

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That’s all.

Life, the Universe, and News From the Writing Trenches. See you on the other side!


Filed under: writing Tagged: NaNoWriMo, Steve, tea, writing
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Published on November 09, 2017 09:26

October 25, 2017

October 20, 2017

Let the Crazies Begin, or: Why I’m a Wrimo

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“What’s the point?” someone asked the other day, when the conversation came around to NaNoWriMo. (NaNo-whatmo? you say. NaNoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month. You know, that Novemberly craziness where I, and several hundred thousand others across the globe, vanish into a deep rabbit hole of mad, bad and dangerous-to-know novelling, aiming to write a 50,000-word novel in the space of 30 days. I might have mentioned it a time or three [dozen] before.)

What’s the point, indeed. Why do this t...

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Published on October 20, 2017 18:01

October 3, 2017

On Fear of Dogs, and Privilege

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When I was a little kid, my mother says, I was fearless. I would go up to even the biggest dog and, in the telling German phrase, put my hand right in its mouth – no fear at all. But when I was three, we were visiting at a great-aunt’s house, and she had a German Shepherd. He jumped out at me from behind a door, barking – it badly frightened me.

I don’t remember any of this. What I do remember is being afraid of dogs – debilitatingly so. The worst were German Shepherds, but it could be any d...

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Published on October 03, 2017 17:12