All the love I’ve experienced
Has felt like pain
Like a bolt of lightning
Through a warm spring rain
Tag Archives: Creative Writing
Angelina Suarez Has a Stalker
Angelina’s not worried about the letters anymore. She’s floating in the swimming pool leaking crimson ribbons that swirl like steeping tea.
How To: Use Writing Sprints to “Hack” Your Writing
Don’t stop to edit, second-guess yourself, research, or try to find that perfect synonym. Just write. This method will help you bypass your inner critic and tap into a more spontaneous, creative state.
January’s Quiet Lies
And only time can turn a wound into a scar
And only scars remain of old mistakes
But still, I am what I have done
An 18-Wheeler Is About to Drive Through the Back Seat of Philomena’s Hatchback
She’ll sit the rest of the day in a drowsy Taco Bell that’s the only thing open within walking distance, drink too much Mountain Dew and wonder what has changed.
How to Keep Momentum Post-NOVELmber
But it inspires me to plant my butt in a chair and write every day for 30 days in a row, with abandon. It forces me to turn off my inner editor and let my story tell itself at speed, breaking free from strict plans and seeing where the characters take me.
Top 10 Places to Write
I brought my novel manuscript to continue proofreading. I planned on adding thousands of words to my WIP and drafting several posts for my blog. I’ve got free time. I’ve got a luscious shady patio. I’ve got umpteen atmospheric cafes nearby.
How much writing would you guess I got done?
9 MORE Notable Canadian Literary Magazines + 1 Bonus
I’m back again with submission opportunities from more quality Canadian literary magazines (well, nine Canadian and one UK-based). It can be hard to figure out where to send your stories, so I’ve done some of the leg work for you.
#30Words30Days Part Two
The wind chases ripples in the fields of winter wheat, kissing wavelets in the creek that murmurs past the willow tree, singing bittersweet duets with the mourning dove to me.
#30Words30Days
Let some part of you remain a bit untamed. Roar into the forest what no other should hear. Bathe your scars beneath a warm spring rain. Run wild. Come home.
Aly Writes 