'It's a Gift, I Think' covers some (but certainly not all!) of the feelings that writers may experience. The feeling that what you're writing is stupid and that no one will ever want to read it. The fear of criticism. The confusion over why we're so drawn to writing (I'm not the only one who marvels at that, am I?). The desire to make a difference with the words that we are given...

You guys, I have succeeded in blogging weekly for an ENTIRE YEAR! This is a big milestone for me, mainly because I have a tendency to...

National Novel Writing Month always seems to sneak up on me. November arrives, and others around me begin their mad dash to get 30,000...

One thing led to another, and before I knew it, the less than 500 word story had ballooned into a 16,000 word story filled with lots of...

Everyone is frightened. Even the squabbling chickens above us have ceased to fight. Everyone is whispering about who will be next...

Mum was out buying groceries when Lulita and I made the fateful decision...

Cuddles dropped the goblin ear and launched himself at Rumplestiltskin, bowling the little fiend to the ground...

Hair. Lots of it. Dark, thick, shaggy, nasty hair. How come she’d never noticed that before? And that thing on his finger, glinting...

Isabelle, certain that the ancient looking goblin would be dead by the time she had her first child, hastily agreed. Anything to keep her...

The triolet is a poem composed of eight lines. Our rhyme scheme (ABaAabAB. ) here looks a bit complex, but don't worry, I'll explain!