Month: May 2013

the senseless challenge, week 5: touch (Raine)

For my final piece in the Senseless Challenge, week 5, I’m sharing the very first chapter of my upcoming Nine Nights with the Studly Buddha, in its entirety. Which is possible because it’s a very short chapter at just about 1000 words. 😉 This is 

wordless wednesday: a crash course in feathers

A few words: this is one I copied from another drawing for class, so it seems kind of bad etiquette to post the whole drawing. I drew it, but it’s not really “mine” if that makes sense. Anyway, I finished it! There were SO many 

the senseless challenge, week 4: taste (Leila)

For week 4 of the Senseless Challenge, I’m sharing a bit from my working draft of Leila’s story, A Thousand Simple Truths. I’m not sure where exactly this will show up in the final draft of the book, but I’ve always wanted to find a 

on story webs: this is what my brain looks like

I hope this doesn’t blow anyone’s mind, lol! I’m tweeting all the time about my 23-or-something books in progress. This is to let you know that I’m totally not joking. For a while I was talking about Leslie’s story, which I thought was going to 

the senseless challenge, week 3: smell (April and Beau)

Here’s week 3 of the Senseless Challenge: smell. This piece is excerpted and reworked from a few episodes of my blog story, StorySkippers Anonymous, but with the story skipping stuff edited out, because that’s just too complicated for flash fiction and I’m not trying to 

the senseless challenge, week 2: sound (Stephanie)

Week 2 of the Senseless Challenge: sound. Stephanie’s entry is excerpted from another of my WIPs that some of you may have read pieces of before, an immensely huge sci-fi/drama called Lakeside Heights that is going to take me forever to finish. This piece actually 

the senseless challenge, week 1: sight (Rita)

Week 1 of the Senseless Challenge: sight. Rita’s entry is excerpted from a WIP that I should finish sometime this fall, Nine Nights with the Studly Buddha. She was starting to forget what his clothes smelled like. She could hardly remember the scratchy feel of