15-minute Writing Session

My little sister hung onto her handlebars with their streaming ribbons. "Maddie, it's fine. It's just an old house." A window shutter slapped the siding, making both of us jump. Maddie worried gaze begged me to lead us down the street and closer to home. "It's just the wind." The afternoon sun gradually dimmed to its rosy dusk color. "Sure it is, Howie."

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Journal Excerpt

“These are people,” I replied.      I felt suffocated as we stood over the whole wedding reception. Surely Trent listened in somewhere.      Kass’s lip twitched then she raised her champagne glass until the bubbly drink disappeared.      “Half-people, my dear,” Kass said, hand her glass flute to a passing waiter. “They’re half-human.”

Milestones

As I move forward with my first novel, I go with the motivation of a mental halfway mark. I'm reminded of nights in my dorm room, hammering out pages of fiction for classes that week, and being happy. I listened to my younger self, who said he wanted to be an author and an actor, and here I am at 23, actively chasing it.