Just another writer
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Beautiful Sentences: J. Courtney Sullivan
They were surprised that the nuns did not proselytize or try to get them to see the light. They just listened. Some only came once or twice. But the ones who returned again and again began to realize on their own that the conversations were about God, even if He was never mentioned. God through…
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Writerly resolutions for 2019
This will be the year that I finally get a full draft written of We, The Rescued. I currently have 25,000 words written, so it shouldn’t be beyond reason to write another 50K or so. Also, I want to clear out my backlog of half-finished stories and story ideas. My goal is to get a…
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2018 in reading
I’ve noticed that over the past few years, the number of books I’ve read each year has been in steady decline. This year I read just 67 books (which, I suppose is still a fair amount). My favorite reads for the year, in alphabetical order, were: Best American Short Stories 2018 edited by Roxane Gay and…
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2018 in rejections (and acceptances)
After a few years of trying, I’ve finally hit my goal of 200 rejections (and then some). This meant that I got a lot more submissions out. The year started strong with a short story acceptance each month from January through April (plus a poem accepted somewhere in there), but then things went quiet for…
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Beautiful Sentences: Nnedi Okorafor
She got that plant to do the opposite of die. Nnedi Okorafor, “Tumaki.”
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Beautiful Sentences: J. Courtney Sullivan
Live long enough, and life teaches you that God is not your lucky rabbit foot. J. Courtney Sullivan, Saints for All Occasions.
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Beautiful Sentences: Katie Kitamura
Translation is not unlike an act of channeling, you write and you do not write the words. Katie Kitamura, A Separation.
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Beautiful Sentences: Brit Bennett
She couldn’t stop calling or writing or driving past the house. That was what it meant to love someone, right? You couldn’t leave them, even if they hated you. You could never let them go. Brit Bennett, The Mothers.
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Beautiful Sentences: Julia Álvarez
Perhaps this is the only way to grieve the big things—in snippets, pinches, little sips of sadness. Julia Álvarez, In the Time of the Butterflies.