Awards

There are seasons for words. Each writer has their own—some sparse, some prolific—and I’ve learned to walk where the wind arrows through the trees. This year, I haven’t been working on longer projects (aside from my poetry collection, which is currently being queried). Instead, I’ve been drawn to drabbles and poetry, both in what I read and what I write. These brief forms have kept my creative life afloat through a year of searching for the woman I want to…

It was a quiet writing year for me, recovering from burnout and a world set aflame, reconnecting with my pen and looking for ways to fill the empty jars lining my inner sanctum. Still, there is spellwork at hand, for three is a magical number in fairy tales. It establishes a pattern, bringing words power, like bright threads pulled into a tight, memorable weave. This year I had three original short stories, three reprints, and three poems published. And there…

Here’s to new growth,
and a new tree ring.

Autumn has arrived, and it’s time to collect this years fiction like so many sunset-colored leaves.

I’ve had a great writing year. I had seven short stories (one co-written with Marie Croke), five flash, and one reprint published.