Renata loved to be sad. She positively basked in melancholy, as only someone who has never experienced real sadness could. She loved a tragedy, and we all know there’s no shortage of them to shed a tear over.
Tag Archives: Canadian Literature
September 2023 Editing Update
As I sat in the delicious air-conditioning, reading through a draft I hadn’t opened in nearly two years, I was struck by something I had not been expecting: It was good. It was actually pretty darn good, and I was getting excited about the story again.
Time and Tide
Barnacles against a rising tide, and
What do we do when the rock is gone?
10 More (More) Notable Canadian Literary Magazines
As many of my fellow writers can attest, finding a home for your work can be challenging (read: feels impossible sometimes). Here are 10 Canadian journals I’ve encountered in my hunt for suitable places to submit my stories.
The End of #30Words30Days
The gulls screech and scold each other as our clan compiles, waiting for the worst. Barnacles against a rising tide, and what do we do when the rock is gone?
Yet More #30Words30Days
She’s got a hoar-frost vibe and a forced smile that feels like sleet driven horizontally by an east wind. You might be the guest, but she didn’t extend the invitation.
30 Words, 30 Days – Week 3
Can it be called support when, in fact, we’re just two eroded monoliths propping one another up by mere fluke of simultaneous collapse, our mutual decline serving an accidental stopgap?
30 Words, 30 Days
Perfection’s her identity, polished until she shines. No flaws, no misplaced hair. Benevolence. Gloss. Diligence. If ever she let the veil recede, fleetingly, oh—
The torrent would sweep her away.
March 2023 Editing Update
I’m not thrilled that I’m a leave-it-to-the-last-minute kind of gal, but I am who I am, it is what it is, and that’s where we are. If I can manage to finish this round of edits by end of day Friday, I plan to pass the manuscript off to my beta readers and forget about it for a while.
How to Revise Flash Fiction
With so much packed into so few words, every word has to earn its place. Somehow the piece has to move, needs to have conflict and shape and feeling.
Aly Writes 