This week’s edition of A Creative Space features the start I wrote to my “practice novel”– the first novel I attempted writing. I realized that as much as I loved…
The blue plastic lunch table, 3rd from the swings, is where we always sat at Arroyo Elementary School. Cafeteria lunch trays were never seen on our table. Brown bags, some…
After that, I pretty much gave up. Each Friday, I continued to write and erase, but I let go of my dreams of beating Susie Sloan, seeing my paper on…
I think I peaked in sixth grade. As a writer, that is. Maybe romantically, too, considering that was the year of my epic first kiss with Collin Crosby, the boy…