“Admission” in CRAFT Literary
All writers have a “goal” publication in mind. For me, one of those publications was CRAFT Literary, and now my short story, “Admission,” is live on their website.
It’s such a sunny day outside, but I’m hoping everyone still remembers to practice social distancing! I’m sitting in my parents’ living room, alternating between reading Remember Me Like This by Bret Anthony Johnston (wonderful so far!), downing a glass of Dalgona whipped coffee, and jotting down notes to a potential second young adult novel.…
back to nonfiction
Nonfiction writers possess the fortitude to admit their flaws, excavate truths hidden in their bodies. This isn’t easy, especially for an introvert like me.
Gaw Gaw: fairytale or real?
My short story, “Gaw Gaw, ” was recently published by Mud Season Review, a magazine run by the people behind the Burlington Writers Workshop in Vermont. I can’t thank them enough for accepting my piece and revising it with such care. Also, I love the artwork they decided to use for my story. Please read and…
Why You Write
Originally posted on Causeway Lit: Written by: Loan Le – Fiction Section Editor So, here you are. You have turned down invitations to parties and happy hours, because you cannot socialize when you have a character in your mind, her voice echoing like a message over a PA system in an empty hallway. You have…
I didn’t know how much I needed this . . .
I didn’t know how much I needed my MFA retreat until I arrived on Ender’s Island on July 15, sat down under the gazebo facing the Long Island Sound, and heard only this: Last winter was cold on the island. We had spent most nights lounging in the common rooms, dressed in layers of sweatpants and…
Fleeting Thoughts: Things I’m Incapable of Doing
Realizing that I could have easily shortened the title by saying “Things I Can’t Do” instead of “Things I’m Incapable of Doing” Remembering song lyrics and singing along to said song lyrics Quoting lines from films–doesn’t matter if they’re mainstream or obscure Keeping the left side of my bed free from stacks of paper and…
What happens when there’s a sick passenger
The simultaneous turn of heads compels you to pause your music. You were lost in your own world before, hypnotized by chaotic rhythms that get you through the morning commute. You look left when you see synchronized movement and notice, a couple of seats away, a man on the ground. He is still. You look…
That time I took a Modern and Contemporary Dance course
I enrolled in Modern and Contemporary Dance. Cue the initial stages of awkwardness, as I recalled early childhood memories of dance classes (tap, jazz, and hip hop) with Miss Beverley, courtesy of Waterbury Park and Recreation: the horror of doing solos, the feeling of utter failure as my clumsy body tried to mirror my teachers’…