Saturday, June 10, 2017

"Forty Years" on the Mormon Lit Blitz

So, today’s the day that my story is posted on the Mormon Lit Blitz. You can read the story here, and if you would like to participate in a discussion about it, go here. While the contest is obviously Mormon, I think many of the pieces (including mine) speak to an audience beyond Mormons (although some do not translate out very well). So if you like flash fiction, you might give these a try anyway.

I’ve loved reading the pieces this year. As always, not every story speaks to me, but so many of them do that it’s always worth reading and thinking. Plus, they’re really short, so what have you got to lose?

Voting will take place next week, June 12–14, and if you’re so inclined, it would be lovely of you to go read and vote. I don’t even care (mostly) if you don’t vote for me, just as long as you vote for what you loved the most.

In case you’re wondering, my favorites were (in chronological order):

“Celestial Accounting” by Katherine Cowley. I just loved this idea so much. Important truth contained in a funny story.

“Sonata in Three Movements” by Jeanine Bee. Beautiful imagery, sweet and musical. Intergenerational too, like mine.

“There Wrestled a Man in Parowan” by Wm Morris. Ha! A funny piece that made me smile.

“Daughters of Ishmael” by Annaliese Lemmon. This one definitely doesn’t translate out of Mormondom at all, but I loved imagining these sisters and their family ties.

 (Of course) “Forty Years” by me. It’s only very vaguely, very semi-semi-autobiographical, in case you were wondering. (Especially since, you know, I’m only thirty-six and don’t have any grown children.)

What were your favorites? (Better yet, don’t answer me here, but go and discuss them on the blog posts about them. You can get there through the second link above. Writers love to hear that something they wrote made you think or that you connected with it in some way.)

Monday, March 20, 2017

Secret Cave

Well... I totally slacked off on posting (ahem, and also writing) the other assignments that I've been giving my teens in their writing class. In my defense, I've been working on a romance short story and grading papers and a piece for the class that just isn't right yet (blech). So I haven't been a complete slacker.

Moving on! The assignment this past week was to take a photo that I gave them and write an ultra-short story about it--only 5-10 sentences allowed. This assignment was inspired by Erin Morgenstern's Flax-Golden Tales, which are told in 10 sentences. 

And now, without further ado, here is my own response to this assignment. Enjoy!

Yes, I am aware this cave is on water and my story doesn't mention water at all. Too bad. :)

I am not expecting it when I round the outcropping of stone, but there it is, sharp and sudden and stark. It gapes before me, this sudden cave, and beckons me enter.

But I do not know what I will find within.

Perhaps it is filled with treasure, rubies and sapphires rising in mounds to the ceiling, wealth beyond imagination. But it might instead hold a dragon, slumbering, waiting to destroy the one who dares disturb it.

I think, perhaps, it might hold both.

And I stand at the entrance, squinting, hoping for a glimpse of my unknown future.

And I think I won’t go in just yet.  

Saturday, January 21, 2017


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Stinging nettles! (from wikipedia)
Being a writer is the best. So few jobs allow you to watch random Youtube videos and then call it research! I just watched some overview vids about how stinging nettle can be knitted into fabric, and let me tell you, it was nifty. I have a whole new level of respect for the sister in the tale "The Six Swans." Seriously, wow.*

In all the times I've imagined that story, though, it never occurred to me that she could knit the shirts instead of weaving them. Thank you, Youtube.**

* In case you're unfamiliar with the story, she has to sew a shirt for each of her six brothers, all by herself, from stinging nettle. Also, she's not allowed to speak that whole time. Also also, it takes her six years.
** In case you're wondering, I'm writing a short story based on the fairy tale. It's silly and snarky, and it may or may not take a major swan dive before I finish it.***
*** Ha. Swan dive.