WP blogger Krista says ~ While there’s no widely accepted length, flash fiction can include six-word stories on up to stories of about 300 words. We know it’s easy to write long. It’s much more difficult to kill your darlings — to write short — hence, the challenge.
I leave my husband on the back porch of the house, the old family homestead buried in layers of paint and secrets. He’s there to help his sister. Her husband has left her for a woman named Charity. And I am driving to the city to sit in the dark and watch Leonardo di Caprio, in old-age makeup, nose into private lives. Life is hard, I think to myself, and drive further into the darkness, the headlights only going so far.
IT’S OUR BLOGAVERSARY!
Let’s leave out the parts that people skip.
that being said, HERE’S OUR FIRST POST ~ 4/20/2010 ~ 🙂
Today we’re starting our blog. For years we’ve sipped great coffee, nibbled tasty treats, talked through the life dramas, and read our writing to each other. Frequently we’ve had a silent partner in all this: Ted Kooser, Jane Yolen, Lary Bloom, Art Plotnik, Anne Lamott. We’ve read their books about writing and let their wise words inspire us. This blog is going to be another silent partner we think, but right now getting going with it is a bit like trying to get clear, cool water from the faucet. We need to run the water for a while to swish out whatever’s been lodging along the old pipes. Sometimes those pipes clank and the water sputters. Sometimes we curse and talk about whether or not the plumbing’s ever going to be right. And then it happens. Luscious, clean, boy-is-this-well-good-or-what water. That’s the way it will be with our fussing with a writing blog. Just keep the tap on we’ve decided. It’ll come.
AND COME IT HAS.
Words We Women Write was born out of, well, unbridled curiosity and wonder.
The adventure of uncertainty lured us in. (That, and there was nowhere else we needed to be.)
Now, four years later, we’ve birthed two more ~
Click here to read Patty’s middle-grade novel blog, Isabel the Storyteller.
Click here to read Toni’s poetry blog, mental crumbs ~ in love with carbs and poetry.
Having awesome site stats means never having to wear plastic glasses.
We still fuss with the plumbing. The Apple geniuses help us tinker, WordPress Happiness Engineers make the irreversible reversible.
And Readers, you are why we’re still having a good time, all the time. Thanks for coming.
patty and toni 4/29/14
photo by Doreen Orciari who has an eye for such
Rose-breasted Grosbeaks–leaf-gleaners dressed in shocking black, white, and red, are mostly heard, wished for, but not seen. Except here. (A 420 Character, 9-Line Poem by Patty)
Exclamation marks for the mind and heart,
that’s what an unexpected sighting of a loved one is for me.
For example, this Rose-breasted Grosbeak here?
Daintily sipping seed and suet
when usually he bellies up to the bar out in the woods? Hidden?
The serendipity sight of him pulls up a jolt of joy.
Just like when the man who sings* to me
comes home early or shows up where I am, but he usually isn’t.
An exclamation mark!
*Like the Rose-breasted Grosbeak he too has sweet, rambling songs with only the occasional “chink.”
http://youtu.be/vqEIbXVjlIM (the plain, brown and white, stripy dame who shows up here is, you guessed it, the wife of the dapper Mr. Rose-breasted Grosbeak. But that’s another 420!!)