
E. Victoria Flynn
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- 2 Girls on a Bench
- A View from the Pot Holes
- Amanda's Wrinkled Pages
- ann's rants
- Atoll Annie
- Beginning a Life at 50
- Beth Hoffman
- Cristi Craig
- Everyday Intensity
- Feral Mom, Feral Writer
- Finding Meaning with Words
- Human Textuality
- Life Story Writing
- Lisa Rivero: The Wild Thyme Unseen
- Love, Rose
- Memory Speaks in Tongues
- Mercy Loomis
- Mike&Ollie
- Out of My Mind
- Pine Meadow Pond
- Return of the Girl
- Something Knitty
- Switched At Birth
- The Bees Knees
- The Bird Sisters
- The Letter Jar
- The Writing Life
- Two Kinds of People
- Writing Up an Appetite
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Category Archives: NaNoWriMo
Balderdash
I wrote something on here last night and deleted it in the morning. A few of you read it and we can discuss it if you want. I don’t mind, I was just ranting. Does anyone else feel that life … Continue reading
Posted in NaNoWhyMo, NaNoWriMo, writing
Tagged Dr. Who, Paulo Coelho, Planet Propaganda, The Proclaimers
9 Comments
Bed bugs
For a week I’ve had the most terrible dreams–rats infesting the basement, vacuuming hoards of spiders from the garage, abductions, rages, lost parts of things important. First I thought it was a mounting holiday tension brought on by lists I … Continue reading
Posted in memoir writing, NaNoWriMo
Tagged dreams, Is That All There Is, new year, nightmares, P J Harvey
4 Comments
Jump
There is a funeral procession driving past my house. A long, black hearse followed by another and another and another car swish through the street cutting the sun from my window in choppy stutters. The weather is calm, almost warm. … Continue reading
Posted in divorce, father, memoir writing, NaNoWriMo, penny jar, Weird
Tagged Gagging Order, NaNoWriMo, Radiohead
24 Comments
NaNoWhyMo?
I count my years in Novembers. I feel through days in numbers. Alphabets spiral as my children sing their ABC’s and I can’t for the life of me see clear of Thanksgiving. There is 1 hour and 12 minutes until … Continue reading
