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Music to Relax & Write to: The Elves

I came across this YouTube video today and wanted to pass it along. Great to play in the background as you’re doing Saturday morning chores, projects, or writing the next great classic piece of literature.

Take care.

Novel Updates

Update on GOTD: Maniacal laughter

Over Christmas break, I finished writing GOTD, my second horror novel. I am in the process now of tidying up the last third of it, smoothing out some wrinkles, and sweeping up some dust that escaped into the corners. But by and large, it is done. I hear the angels singing from on high…

If you know of any good agents/publishers looking for a spoopy tale, please drop me a message and let me know. I am going to try the traditional route this time. Prayers and encouragement are also appreciated for this bumbling human as she continues along this journey of writing and life. They will be returned in full.

Also, my thanks to Mr. Mike Nevins for reading drafts of GOTD and providing great feedback and also encouragement. He’s a writer as well and I encourage you to check out and follow his blog. It’s full of funny, and often insightful tales.

Cheers and happy writing to you all. May we all keep being encouragers to one another.

Short Stories & Poetry

A Very Short Story: Millennial Worker Bee

There once was a Millennial girl. She worked real hard, got good grades, and went out into the world. Every deadline, every good deed she sought–done.

That is, until the Waylayers came.

They came, armed and ready with their excuses, surrounding her at every turn: “I need more time!” and “I didn’t know I needed do that!” hung from their every orifice, the words bitter and broken, trailing over their lips.

Deadlines passed, expectations rose, foolishness ensued. And still, the little Millennial girl–branded by these Waylayers and naysayers as part of a lazy, decrepit generation–continued to see them disrupt, hem and haw, and delay progress. Fires broke out; chaos ensued. And still the little Millennial girl turned in her work on time, working dutifully at her desk, surrounded by the fires of Waylayers who burned it all to the ground. All efforts, ash, dust and must.

Until one day, the little Millennial girl stood up from her desk and leaned to crack her back. She took up her keyboard, broke it in two over her knee, and calmly picked up her purse and notebooks after tightening the bow around her ponytail. She said:

“That’s enough of this crap; I’m off to be a writer.”

And that was all she wrote.