…Is a messed-up place.
I’ve said before that I feel an urge to write something more political, to use my sense of impotent dismay and channel it in some way. 295 more words
Today is Yom HaShoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day, when we commemorate the victims of the Nazi Holocaust (including members of my husband’s extended family). And for the first time in several years, I have been reminded of my childhood meeting with Corrie ten Boom, the famous Dutch Christian who along with other members of her family saved many Dutch Jews from extermination. 434 more words
This week I’ve split my writing between poetry and prose again.
In the prose corner, it’s all been about whodunnit. I’ve been gaily writing away and building up the story; although I said at the start it would be a short story (I thought about 20,000 words) I think it is drifting towards novella lengths and when completed it’ll be about 50,000. 408 more words