The Final By Sara Codair It was too late to turn back–for all of them. The test had begun. They would either collaborate and score at least 75% and become wizards, or fail, get their minds wiped, and live out the rest of their lives in a factory. Gretchen didn’t want to spend herContinue reading “The Final”
Tuesdays are the best and worst day of my week. I leave the house at 8:30 a.m. and don’t get home until 9:30 p.m. I tutor all day and teach at night, ending the day with my favorite group of students. By the time I get home, I’m exhausted, hungry, and off-the-wall hyper. This Tuesday,Continue reading “The Magic of Tuesday Acceptance Letters”
I used to just write what I understood. Now, I go out of my way to write what I don’t.
Hello followers and fellow writers! Instead of a traditional post, today I have a question that I hope will propt a discussion in the comments section: When you come across publications whose guidelines say things like “Send up to three flashes in one document” or send “For flash fiction, please send three pieces, all pastedContinue reading “Submission Talk: Multiple Flashes in one Document”
Creative Writing exercises are my favorite thing to do in class. However, I used to think there wasn’t room for them in a first year writing class. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Teaching any kind of writing without creative exercises is like a coach who doesn’t encourage his or her athletes to run orContinue reading “A Fun Run for the Developing Writer’s Brain”
Waking up to see my work published on a high traffic website always puts me in a good mood. Today, my article, “Sew Your Story,” was featured on the Mash Blog. This was particularly meaningful for me because Mash Stories has been an important part of my development as a writer. Last summer, someone in my writing groupContinue reading “Musings on Mash”
A brief foray into creative non-fiction: Waking the Cape By Sara Codair The smell of bacon and low tide permeate the air. I breathe deep, savoring the warm, salty aroma. The early spring air still has a bite to it, but the sun soothes the sting as it warms my skin. Its quiet still –Continue reading “Waking the Cape”
I know rejections are part of being a writer, but when they come in waves, they can be hard to take, especially when I know I gave 110% to a piece. Getting two stories on nonpaying e-zines boosted my confidence for a while, but the subsequent slew of rejections from paying markets was starting toContinue reading “Sunlight Filters through the Fog of Rejection”
The space a class is taught in often has a profound impact on the students’ attitude and the ambiance of the classroom’s community. It’s not everything, but it can go a long way. As an adjunct, I have virtually no control over what room my class is taught in, so I’ve learned to make the mostContinue reading “Making the Space”
This soup like looks like words drowned in red ink. It tastes as beautiful as the writing would have been if that red tide had not drown it before it learned to swim.