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nina-amir's picture
Oct.26.2013
Many writers are counting down the days. In fact, they have just four left until October ends and they take the challenge. No, they won’t be writing novels in November, although many aspiring and published fiction writers do. They will be writing all types of nonfiction during National Nonfiction...
andrea-miles's picture
Jan.24.2013
It isn’t every day you trip and fall into the arms of your destiny. At least that’s how I describer Parker to my friends. I was running late, of course, because I’m never on time, and was hurrying down the stairs of my apartment building (damn unreliable elevator) in 3-inch heels no less when I...
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Jan.17.2013
The priest slowly walked beside the guard, his well-worn Bible grasped firmly in one hand. He hated these kinds of meetings. Give him a person on their deathbed, their body wrecked with disease or age or both anytime over this. It was true he didn’t agree with the death penalty, but it was more...
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Nov.16.2012
Hey, Big Brother, It has been awhile since I’ve written I know. I’ve been busy I guess. You’ll be happy to hear I’m making great progress here though. My therapist (we call him Dr. Q, isn’t that cool?) said I was doing good. But I’ve been thinking about you, you and mom. How is she, by the way?...
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Oct.31.2012
Today most people, including the writers and bloggers I know, are writing and talking about ghosts, goblins, witches, and candy. After all, it’s Halloween. They may be cavorting around in costumes and gorging on sweets. The ones who plan on taking the Write Nonfiction in November (WNFIN)...
nina-amir's picture
Oct.31.2012
Every year on October 31st, I feel the spirits get activated and start to move. Not the ghosts and goblins, mind you, but rather the muses of many nonfiction writers preparing themselves for a month of intense work on projects. They will start and finish a work of nonfiction in 30 days as they...
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Sep.14.2012
“It’s getting cold out,” she said, pulling her robe tighter around her body and wishing she knew what he was thinking about. He’d barely talked during dinner and afterwards, he had disappeared outside before she’d even cleared the table. He remained silent, a solid mass in a worn flannel shirt and...
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Jul.12.2012
She sits at the kitchen table, a cup of cold coffee in front of her. This can’t be happening to her, to her perfect little family. She draws in a shaky breath and then releases it. She’d spent all her tears last night, leaving nothing for today. But how had this happened? The Day had started out...
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Jul.03.2012
My mother sits at the kitchen table, her purple bathrobe loose around her thin body. She covers her face with her hands. I drop to my knees beside her chair and look up at her. I am like a baby bird, waiting to be fed my mother’s wisdom and understanding and love. She drops her hands to settle in...
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Jul.03.2012
She sat in the dark, rocking the fussy child. She was so tired she didn’t remember climbing the stairs to answer the crying toddler’s wordless call for comfort. It had been a hard pregnancy, a hard birth, a hard year of transitioning from three children to four. And this child was proving to be...