January 2012
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Charlotte Brontë in Leeds Point
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From her window marshland stretched for miles. If not for egrets and gulls, it reminded her of the moors behind the parsonage, how the fog often hovered and descended as if sheltering some sweet compulsion the age was not ready to see. On clear days the jagged skyline of Atlantic City was visible—Atlantic City, where all compulsions had a home.
“Everything’s too easy now,” she...
October 2011
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August 2011
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July 2011
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My Accidental Stay In A Red Light District
My post about my time spent in the barrio de Alemeda in Sevilla is up on the Travel Tipping blog. Check it out before you plan your next trip to Spain.
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The Luggage Saga
New post, detailing my frustration with packing, up on the Travel Tipping Blog.
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Prayer of St. Francis At This Cross
When I went to Basilica Di Santa Chiara I was deeply moved not only by being in the presence of the San Damiano Cross (the cross that talked back to Saint Francis) but also the prayer that St. Francis used as he fervently prayed to the Lord. I went home, that first day after my visit, and looked online for a copy of the translation of the prayer. I remembered bits of pieces of the one that is...
June 2011
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Everywhere But Home: A Travel Series
I started writing a travel series about my experiences abroad this summer on the Travel Tipping Blog. If you are interested in following me around Europe I included the link below. While you are there check out what Travel Tipping is all about, and sign up to receive deep discounts on traveling. With any luck, I’ll see you over here.
Everywhere But Home
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THE DUMPSTER: A SHORT STORY (Buildings, Graffiti,...
So this was it. I was going to drown in a dumpster.
Damn (sign of the cross) my obsession with scaling buildings. Since I was able to walk, okay run, my mom has laughed off my invented activities such as extreme walking and urban climbing. She would roll her eyes and say “Oh that boy has too much energy,” when someone questioned my whereabouts or what I was doing with my life. I knew that she was...
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THE DUMPSTER: AN INTRODUCTION (Explanation,...
It is part of the “writer’s etiquette.” Under no circumstances are you to apologize for your work. It is like when your date asks to kiss you, instead of just going for it. It’s an automatic turnoff. That being said, this is the first story I have completed in three years. I keep hearing Haruki Murakami’s words, “Writing is like catching a wave, and like a...
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April 2011
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THE GLASS LIGHTHOUSE-THE FORMATIVE YEARS (Old...
Three girls and two boys sat at a large booth at a popular breakfast spot downtown Ipswich. Lara looked out at the floor to ceiling windows that faced the street. The unexpected summer rainstorm had subsided temporarily, and people started to tiptoe past the restaurant, attempting to hop over flooded parts of the sidewalk. She fumbled for some matches as a cigarette loosely stuck to...
March 2011
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February 2011
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“She said her name was Lara. Named after a great grandmother who made her living...”
– The To-Do List, Short Story in Progress
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January 2011
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December 2010
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I have been totally obsessed with this idea that the internet has completely morphed the way we interact and connect with others, and how this began with our generation. Then today I came across the post:
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I’m finding myself checking my tumblr more than my facebook lately… Like this community of strangers I’ve never met are more important to me and have more of an impact on my...
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THE IMPORTANCE OF PERSONAL ESSAY (The Lost...
I am being called to write a series of personal essays about the very unique experiences of my life and of my generation. For example, I tried winning back an ex through a series of texts because that is the only way he will communicate. I am writing this blog on my cell phone because it was more convenient than fixing the wireless connection on my computer. Not to mention, that I obsessively...
August 2010
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STORY IDEAS OR PAST LIFE MEMORIES? (Writing...
The past few years I have had story ideas that are more of a flash in a pan than a well rounded concept you can sink your writing teeth into. Like those fleeting images as you are being caroused out of a dream state by an obnoxious alarm, or companion. These images evoke deep emotions. Like “I have done that” or “I have been there.” I wonder if it is dormant pastlife...
February 2009
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SEASON OF CORNFLOWERS (lust, love, family, natural...
THE SEASON OF CORNFLOWERS
The girl came at the end of May. She wore a light blue sundress and golden sandals at least three days a week. When she walked hesitantly on the dusty road, each step glinted like a tiny jewel. Even when Paul watched her from the shade of the family restaurant he always sweated a little more, and had to clear his drying throat. One day she looked back right when he was...
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SEASON OF CORNFLOWERS (Explanation and Visual Aid)
«< This is the parts of a Cornflower. Now you know. I really love scientific drawings. I imagine a botanist out in the field for hours erasing drawing and then erasing again. I supose I love how it seems to tie the two parts of the brain together so well. How it keeps the balance of both the logical and the creative.
Orginally the story, Season of Cornflowers, was going to be a part of a...
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INTRODUCTION TO THE OLD STORY SERIES (McSweeny's...
Yesterday I started reading the current issue of McSweeny’s Quaterly Concern and Wells Towers had this brilliant thing to say about rewrites:
“When I sat down to give it another look before signing off on my collection of short stories, I read the first few pages and was horrified. After all the work I’d done on it, the story looked cheap and inadequate and shameful. Reading it,...
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NEW STORY IDEA (Rooftops, Desk Jobs, Fear,...
Its about this guy who works for a corporation. Everyday he sits at his desk and obsesses about breaking onto the rooftop. He is sure there is something fantastic going on up there. The problem is that he is a nervous little fellow. There are no obvious cameras in the building, but he is convinced that it is like time spent in a Vegas Casino—no matter where you go you are never alone.