Jazzed About Writing

the improvised life of a creative vessel of chaos

Book Review: Damn Fine Story by Chuck Wendig

Every penny is turned over twice and quite often bitten in two before it gets spent on renovations to our home. This means I have a very limited book budget and I spend a lot of time thinking long and hard before deciding to buy one. However, I’ve been killing myself trying to work on…
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Mirror Mirror on the Wall

  Who is the awesomest writer of them all? Think you know the answer? Let me give you a hint: there is no such thing. Wow, Jasmine, you sure do give good pep talks. Actually, I usually do. But it’s a fact. Recently, I was talking to one of the Inklings (that’s what we call…
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Tequila Shot. A 50-word Story (Microflash)

Mutt watched as the girl slammed back the shot and bit into a slice of lemon. What was her name again? Jodie? Joni? Shit. Why was he here? Annie would hate this place. She’d be right. He tossed a few bills on the bartop, walked outside and grabbed his phone.     Another week, another…
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Out of Danger

“She’s out of danger.” The doctor’s words echoed through my head as I clung to Lily’s hand. I’d never forget the sight of her–helpless and fragile. A tube down her throat breathing for her. Alive, yes. If you’d call it that. She’d never leave this behind. And neither would I.     This week’s fifty…
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Hello Mary Sue, Goodbye Readers

We all know them. Or know of them. Those people whose parents can not only afford to give them anything and everything they could possibly ever need, they also provide them. Right? I bet a name just popped in to your head as you were reading. These people have had nothing but tail wind in…
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Unconditional (MicroFlash)

Bri leaned against the tree–its shade a relief from sunlight. After the violence his father inflicted on her, would she ever love this child? Sudden, tingling warmth flowed from under her fingers where they rested on her abdomen. It was too soon for kicking. But he was there. Her son.       Well, I…
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Broken (Microflash)

Wrapping paper fell at Annie’s feet as she stared at the bowl in her hand. Gold gleamed in the grout where the shards were joined. Whole again, but no longer the same. Better. Like she would be. Phil was a dick, no denying that. But not worth staying broken over.     These fifty word…
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Torn (Microflash)

Funny how small mishaps could become omens. Annie poked a finger through the tear in her voluminous wedding dress. As unexpected as her best friend’s last-minute confession, but there it was. Looping the heavy train over one arm, she walked away from the church. Mum was right. Men are pigs.     This fifty word…
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Good Times and Horsey Kisses Ahead

We’re finally getting somewhat settled in our new house. We have the option of taking a hot shower after a day of tearing things down, nailing them in place or dragging them around. No longer do I kneel in the shower with a little tub of hot water and a cup so I can wash…
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Don’t be Dense. Use the Right Tense. Part 3

In Part 1 of this article, we compared writing to painting. We discussed the basic tenses you’ll work with. Your primary colours, if you will. In Part 2, we mixed things up, creating a richer palette, with lots of subtle shades at our disposal. Today, let’s expand our palette even more. We’re going to have…
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