Hey all you lovely people! I need a bit of help. With the end of the semester fast-approaching, it’s time to start finalizing and editing pieces for my non-fiction portfolio. This is where you come in. I’d love it if you guys could vote on which of the following excerpts are your favorite. This will help me figure out what sections can stay and what sections need a bit of work. Continue reading “A Writing Poll”
At some point in your writing career, someone somewhere will suggest you submit to literary magazines. You might tell them, “Oh, I’ve got no need for it. I just want to be an author and sit in a cabin by a fireplace and write novels all day.” But you’d be wrong.
Continue reading “Rejection is Part of the Game”
I wrote a poem in honor of the late novelist Harper Lee. News of her passing came to me earlier today, leading me to pay tribute to one of my favorite authors and inspirations in the only way I know how. Continue reading “A Tribute to an Inspiration”
The answer is simple: you write them a life–not as the background in the story (although, you can include some of it if you want), but as something for you to reference. It’s true that you can have an idea in mind for your character’s personality and actions and start from there, but without knowing who your character actually is, you will have a hard time giving them any sort of depth. Continue reading “But How Can I Get to Know Them if They’re a Character in a Story?”
I’ve got this one friend who seems to control the weather. It’s kind of peculiar–I’ve heard stuff like this happening in fairytales: when a princess cries, it rains. For the year and a half that she’s been in my life, the weather always seems to do something crazy when she cries. I don’t know if it’s because she’s the embodiment of innocence and the sky can feel her emotions and tries to sympathize or if it’s always some weird coincidence. Either way, it’s raining in Burlington today. And she’s been crying all morning. Continue reading “It’s Raining Again and She’s Sad”
I’m taking my first portfolio class at Champlain this semester. We were all tossed into it without knowing what to expect–even the professor. No one told her what kind of students she’d have or what type of writing they’d enjoy. She was given the class and told that it had to be about media: give the writers a digital present and teach them how to market themselves online.
It’s a little weird knowing that I’m almost halfway done with college, that I’m turning 20 in two months, and that right after my birthday, I’ll have been with my best friend for two years (and going strong). I look at where I am now versus where I thought I would be and, I have to say, it’s a hell of a lot different than what I had in mind.
I had dreams of being a lawyer then a writer then a fashion designer, a nail artist, a journalist… The list goes on. I think every little girl wants to have a career dealing with hair, nails, or clothes at some point in her life. I even toyed with the idea of combining my interests and writing for a fashion magazine. But nothing’s sticking. Continue reading “Round Two”
I love special editions of books. The way they look, the way they feel, even the way they smell. They’re a beautiful rendition of an already amazing book. My favorite one is this leather-bound version of The Hobbit with gold-trimmed pages, maps, and various illustrations. Best of all, it’s got a sweet little note inside it from my dad.
Special editions like that belong on a bookshelf. I love the idea of having shelves and shelves of my favorite books: signed, well-preserved, decorative. I think that special editions of books exist solely for the collector. To have your favorite pieces of literature, artistically bound and designed, in your hands, on your shelves… Words can’t describe that feeling. Continue reading “Things That Make Writers Happy: Special Editions”
I’ve noticed a trend circling the internet called Year of Happiness or 100 Happy Days. I love the idea behind it and the way people are taking it on/putting their own spin on it. But I didn’t want to simply repeat something that had already been done.
It would be easy to give something every day that made all of me happy, but I got to thinking: What happens that only makes certain parts of my personality happy? What things make Kiera the Writer happy as opposed to making Kiera the Animal Lover happy? That’s when I decided I’d put a spin on the 100 Happy Days/Year of Happiness theme and do a continuing series of posts about things that make writers happy, starting with: Signed books.
As part of a sustainability project at Champlain College, I wrote a flash piece about the final moment of a honeybee drone’s life. It features Evan, a drone bee who’s eager to meet his new queen. Enjoy.
Day of the Drone: Evan’s Final Flight
I looked far into the distance: still nothing. I knew it was time to mate—I’d heard through the hive that she’d beaten out the other four “queens” just yesterday. But even though I was better at spotting her than the worker bees were, I’d seen head nor stinger of the Queen all day.
“We get a fresh, virgin bee now that Queen Bella left with half of our colony. I’m not sure who it will be, but she should be coming around here any minute now,” I buzzed to the other drones as we lazed around on the flowers, sipping nectar. Continue reading “What’s the Buzz About Bees?”
There’s a lot of stigma behind tattoos in the workplace. “They don’t create a desired image for the company.” “You can’t have any visible tattoos.” “You’re less likely to get hired for a job if the employer sees that you have a tattoo.” But why is a practice that’s been turned into a form of self-expression so frowned upon by companies?
Relationships are powerful—so powerful that they can disguise themselves as something beautiful when all they do is tear you apart. I had a friendship like that once, with a girl who was quiet around everyone except me, but I didn’t realize it until I was past the point of self-destruction.
It was little things she did at first: insulting other girls’ outfits behind their backs, complaining to me about how they “shouldn’t be wearing them because they’re too fat.” Those clothes were “coincidentally” things that I would wear. Continue reading “Let Me Tell You a Story”
“What matters is that you don’t stop writing because then, and only then, will truth come through.”
Emotions are everything. Someone can write all they want, but until they decide to put some of their emotions into their work, they won’t know what their voice is capable of.
Brett’s one of my professors this semester. He’s pretty chill. I didn’t think his class would be that different from our other Core classes, to be honest. But when he said that… It just spoke to me. I started to think about everything I’ve been through, about how I spent all of last year putting those unacknowledged emotions into my writing and how that’s developed my voice as a writer. Continue reading “Inner Thoughts”
I wrote a few more pages for my short story. If you missed the first part and wanna read it, you can find it here!
Fight or Flight (cont.)
I picked up the cold hunk of metal and turned it around in my hands. The metal glistened in the sliver of moonlight peering through the curtains. I traced my thumb back and forth along the switch before turning it on. The lightbulb flickered twice and blew out. I sighed. Remembering Simeon reminded me of how I’ve never found anyone that I connected with as well as I had with him. It was as if I’d missed out on the only chance I’d ever have with the man I was meant to be with. Continue reading “The Next Installment”
Awhile ago I posted the beginning of a story I was working on. It took me a little bit, but I finally found the motivation to work on it some more. I edited the beginning part that I’d already typed and then added a bit more development. It isn’t too long yet, but I’m hoping to turn it into a short story. I’ve got a great plot and direction for it… But if I shared it with you, that would completely spoil everything. I’d like to share what I have done so far:
Fight or Flight
How did I get here? I sprinted forward.
The glow of the city was close enough to see but too far to reach. I heard his footsteps getting louder and louder as his pace quickened and mine started to slow. Continue reading “Progression”