Monthly Archives: January 2011

Writing Exercise: Choose an image by a surrealist painter and write a story about it. I chose two images. The Sacred Wood by Arnold Böcklin: In the grove by the temple, we knelt before the living flame. It spoke to … Continue reading →

This is one of those evenings on which I’m very, very tired. My back hurts from typing, and I don’t seem to have any ideas left. Certainly nothing left to write about. And on top of everything, I look back … Continue reading →

Did you notice that I changed the picture above? It used to be a drawing Kendrick made of me, with a green background. Now it’s John William Waterhouse’s painting of Miranda from The Tempest. I have to admit, I chose … Continue reading →

Last night, I did something I shouldn’t have. I should have gone to sleep. But I couldn’t sleep, and instead of trying to, I created a new website. Here it is: Poems of the Fantastic and Macabre. A long time … Continue reading →

On Fridays, I think it makes sense to go somewhere different, don’t you? I’ll tell you what we were doing on a Friday, sitting around our room. I was sitting on my bed, Emma and Mouse were sitting on Mouse’s … Continue reading →

When Writer Girl gets up in the morning, she brushes her teeth and takes a shower. Then she gets dressed and puts on makeup (not too much, not like some other superheroes – she wants people to take her seriously). … Continue reading →

I recently noticed that two people had responded to blog posts of mine on their own blogs. I love it when that happens! The first was Hecate, who responded to my post “Courage” with her own post, “Who is Choosing … Continue reading →