Greetings from a basement out here in the middle of Minnesota. I hope this missive finds you feeling hearty and hale. I’m a couple days late on the weekly post, but I still wanted to publish to help me maintain the building of a regular writing routine. Hit a brief hiccup in writing output this … Continue reading To Every Season
Greetings from a basement out here in the middle of Minnesota! Hope this missive finds you doing well, friends, and feeling hearty and hale. ‘Twas a pretty solid Sabbath. For the first time in a long time George slept in his own bed by himself all night long. I’d made a bed on the floor … Continue reading Niner For a Heart of Gold
Greetings from a basement out here in the middle of Minnesota! I hope this missive finds you hearty and hale! A beast of a snowstorm took up residence in our neck of the woods for the first half of the week, becoming increasingly annoying with the amount of snow it dropped in such a short … Continue reading Oh Snow You Didn’t!
Hello from, well not quite a basement out here in the middle of Minnesota, but more so the lobby of a fitness center waiting for my daughters while they have their swimming lesson. Hope this missive finds you and yours doing well, and feeling hearty and hale. And if you’ve got the doldrums or some … Continue reading Learning to Tell Stories in a New Way: Adventures in Reading Middle Grade & Young Adult
I get the chance to know her a little bit better than I do in the hustle and bustle throughout the day.
I feel like an Iggy in a Surf Ninja movie, waxing my board rather than climbing on and carving some waves. I talk a good game, and do just enough to convince myself I'm doing good work [...] Can't rightly be a writer if I don't actually write, can I?
I've also taken the time today to set up a Gumroad page as a landing spot of sorts for independently publishing and selling some of the stories I'm working on. The first piece is a just-a-hair-past-nano piece of short fiction, "Rests Like a Bastard Sword," from my Short as Fictober 2019 endeavor.
It's been a week since Halloween, a week since the end of October, a week since the culmination of Short As Fictober, my self-imposed, month-long writing journey. I haven't written much of anything since then, but I have had a moment to reflect on the experience and make a plan of sorts.
Writing is a strange and giant beast, that I sometimes lose sight of the simple fact that it's supposed to be fun. I'm looking forward to what kinds of stories will happen over the next 31 days. Who's with me?
Ryan L. Purdy 