Month: June 2013
The Papa Hemingway Writing Challenge
In answer to the Weekly Writing Challenge this week, I’m pulling my archive drawers open and riffling through old posts for “a bloated, nasty, air-filled paragraph.” Then, I’m to “edit it until it cries for mercy.” I’ve chosen several lines from my introductory post on featherglass for butch— I mean, editing. The post is about… Read More ›
A New Friend
It was eight o’clock and the hotel cafe, though small, was bright with light shining through tall glass panes. I scanned the people sitting down to breakfast, all familiar faces, wondering which group I could possibly share a table with. As I walked slowly pass the first few tables, I saw that an elderly man whom… Read More ›
