Why did I just post a picture of my coffee? Because I’m participating in the Coffee Photo Revolution, of course! Go here to see more pictures of coffee.

I’m slipping in right under the deadline by posting this on a Monday evening, which is why my coffee is (decaf) French Vanilla with Hazelnut creamer and just a little sugar. Friends have joked that I like my coffee so sweet that it doesn’t even qualify as coffee anymore. BTW, I’m loving this mug – it’s new because I just bummed it off my mom! Yay for moms!

Truthfully, guys? I need caffeinated coffee right now, because I am TIRED. In the last 2-3 days, I’ve been in 5 states and traveled for something like 16 hours. It was worth it – visiting family is always worth it – but I’m afraid that the 2nd installment of 6 Monsters To Keep You Up at Night will have to wait until tomorrow evening. This post was simple to do, but if I try to tackle monsters, there will be a lot of spelling and grammar beasts. (Tomorrow I will also get caught up with Tweets and replies and comments and emails and reading subscribed blogs and such.)

But right now I’m going to finish my coffee and go to bed. As oxymoronic as that sounds.


The Beginning, Middle, and End Blogfest

I decided to participate in the Beginning, Middle and End Blogfest hosted by Kate Larkindale! Because blogfests are apparently my new favorite thing.

Now I know you’re supposed to post the beginning, middle and end of your WIP, but what if you don’t have an ending (or even a middle)? So I’ve decided to post from a short story still under shadow of the mighty revision hammer: SPACE MAN.

I generally don’t like the idea of posting my work online, as I am the nervous neurotic writer sort (if you think nervous neurotic is redundant, then you clearly do not understand the full extent of my neurotic nervousness), so basically I’m stepping outside of my comfort zone BIG-TIME.

But I wanted to participate, mainly to read other people’s entries. So here goes:


In the summer of her thirteenth year, Lauren moved to a small town full of dead people.


That afternoon she took her break outside on the bench with Esta. Esta fanned herself with her hands and simpered, “I can’t stand this heat.” Lauren agreed although she did not understand why it was then that Esta wore a mink coat. Lauren wanted to curl up into a roly-poly bug, to turn her body into shadow, but the heat from her skin would only make the humidity worse. The hiss of cicadas sounded like steam rising from a pot.


Lauren leaned on her knees and gasped for air. The ground was soft and clay-like. She straightened and wind whipped her hair. Above her an airplane scarred blue sky with spiraling tracks of white clouds. The air smelled like earth.


Since this is a fairly long work (roughly 7000 words) I’m not sure what sense can be made out of context.

Actually, my chosen paragraphs feel naked without the rest of the story!