I was quite surprised to log into my blog today and realize that the last post I made was actually in July. How is it possible? I've been writing so much this semester, more than I normally manage.
I should be impressed with myself really. I'm teaching 5 writing intensive classes, and am still writing myself. Perhaps teaching a Creative Writing class this semester is a constant reminder to work on my own craft. So much writing, and editing.
But not my blog.
The Flash Fiction Challenge for 2015 is underway, and I've made it to the semifinals, round 3. I'll get the results of those this coming week, but none of that is shared here. I've been working on Whispers and Fangs, tirelessly trying to get it out before Halloween and failing due to illness and a significant loss in the family.
I hurried to get a manuscript ready for Plork's local Chapbook contest, and even sent some work out into the world, likely for rejection.
And I've been drabbling. Not as often as I should be, but that is where some of my time has gone.
I introduced drables to my summer workshop students, and then began writing them myself.
You can find my full, short, fledgling collection here: https://drablr.com/mnhart
They're stories that must be 100 words long exactly. Like my National Poetry Month Poems, I don't edit them extensively before publishing, but I find the challenge exciting, and it keeps me writing.
So if you're out there, and you've been looking for me, and I'm not here, you can try finding evidence of life there. From time to time.
I should be impressed with myself really. I'm teaching 5 writing intensive classes, and am still writing myself. Perhaps teaching a Creative Writing class this semester is a constant reminder to work on my own craft. So much writing, and editing.
But not my blog.
The Flash Fiction Challenge for 2015 is underway, and I've made it to the semifinals, round 3. I'll get the results of those this coming week, but none of that is shared here. I've been working on Whispers and Fangs, tirelessly trying to get it out before Halloween and failing due to illness and a significant loss in the family.
I hurried to get a manuscript ready for Plork's local Chapbook contest, and even sent some work out into the world, likely for rejection.
And I've been drabbling. Not as often as I should be, but that is where some of my time has gone.
I introduced drables to my summer workshop students, and then began writing them myself.
You can find my full, short, fledgling collection here: https://drablr.com/mnhart
They're stories that must be 100 words long exactly. Like my National Poetry Month Poems, I don't edit them extensively before publishing, but I find the challenge exciting, and it keeps me writing.
So if you're out there, and you've been looking for me, and I'm not here, you can try finding evidence of life there. From time to time.
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