Short Fiction

Dead Girl’s Orchid

Planting day. The pods were prepped for their seeding. The village coroner delivered them to the farmer. The coroner, a small middle-aged man, spoke again of his daughter needing a husband as Philip checked them. Philip only nodded shyly, knowing that the coroner’s daughter had no interest in him. It was okay though. He was used to his quiet life, living alone after his parents died several years ago when he was eighteen.

On Writing

Eden Royce: Intimacy in Writing

I love this post by Eden Royce and have been thinking about it for a few days. It’s that time of year that is most dangerous for me – back to school time where stores are packed with fresh notebooks and pens. And I have to hold myself in check from “buying ALL the shiny things!”.

I still do this even though I have moved on to more technical ways to write down my story ideas and plot sketches. Lately it’s been trying out any kind of iPad / iPhone app available and seeing if that helps – does it have cross-device capabilities so I can access it from iPhone / iPad / computer? What if I am not in a wifi area? Does it sync with Dropbox? Does it have alarms and alerts to notify me of deadlines? I get so wrapped up with finding the right app or tool that I still stick my trusty notebook and pen in my purse with me wherever I go. Sure I can’t tag the pages for later searching but I do put the story name in the top right corner when leafing through quickly. And somehow, my ideas come out so much better when it’s me scribbling with a pen rather than wondering if I should use my stylus, virtual keyboard, or Bluetooth keyboard. Apps try to mimic the notebook and pen, and I have tried many of them, but when I need that intimacy? You still can’t get it any better than the real thing.

Eden Royce

As I walked to work one day last week, I watched a man drive into the middle of a busy intersection, narrowly missing a bus. He was on the phone.

I stood there shaking my head as another woman commented that the phone conversation couldn’t have been that important. Then she said words that resounded in my head like the vibrations of a tympani:

“Whatever happened to the intimacy of quill and parchment?”

This statement stuck a chord with me because I do a great deal of my idea generation by hand. For me, a notebook and pen (or pencil) helps me get close to my writing. Like I’m sharing a part of myself that otherwise don’t show. Almost like writing in a diary.

I love the closeness it gives me to the writing. The feel of paper, the flow of glossy ink. It makes me feel connected to the…

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