Daddy asked me to tell you about myself. When I was a little kitten, I was wandering all alone outside. I was scared. I don't remember if I was born outside or if somebody decided they didn't want me. I was too little to remember. I do remember that I was hungry. It was hard to find food. I saw other cats chase birds and squirrels, but I didn't know how to catch them. One day when I was exploring the Big Forest, I smelled food.
Some of the authors I admire most use setting as a literary technique. A storm becomes a metaphor for tension between characters. The seasons serve as symbols within the theme. Temperatures create mood from humid heat to frigid cold. Place—from sea to river to urban environs—expresses as much about mood as does a character’s words and actions.
I’m delighted to have been asked to write a guest post for friend and fellow author […]
It’s that time again. Time for another First Friday Fiction Feature (#FFFF). Other free feature stories […]
Hi, guys. I’m happy to announce that today I’m “visiting” my friend and fellow writer, Joan […]
Hi, everyone. It’s the day before my novel, Bleeding Heart, goes live. To prepare for the […]
It’s that time again. Time for another First Friday Fiction Feature (#FFFF). Other free feature stories […]
If you’re a frequent reader of mine, you know I have a novel coming out. Bleeding […]
I love this photo. It reminds me of the days when authors bled ink and angst onto […]
Here’s a short story starring Franki and Gianni. This takes place after the end of Bleeding Heart. […]