I am happy to share with you that “Meanwhile, on the Train,” a short story I wrote, has been published by the Creative Arts Journal Verity La. You can read the story at the following link: Meanwhile, on the Train. I would love to hear your thoughts after you read it. One reader wrote me… Read More Meanwhile, on the Train – short story
The mind works in mysterious ways. Last week, I was thinking about how social media is enabling us to share our most fragile moments; specifically, I was thinking about how girls and women are increasingly sharing personal thoughts coping and living with mental health issues and PTSD, exposing their raw scars and their fragile souls.… Read More the mind works in mysterious ways
Today I’m writing you – excited – to invite you to embark on a journey of creative writing with me. So what’s this creative journey all about and what will you get out of it? As every writer, I often struggle with my writing. I find myself staring at a blank notebook or a blank… Read More Invitation to Weekend Creative Writing Journey
The Big City I am five years old. It’s summer. We live at the edge of Senec, a small town, only a half an hour drive from the big city of Bratislava. Senec is so small there is no public transportation inside the town. There is only one bus station; the bus takes adult people… Read More an exercise in capturing memories
A couple of nights ago, a 48 year old female character came to me on my night walk and demanded i write her story. I have two manuscripts I’m working on, both are about half-way (30,000 and 35,000 words), but when something completely new pops up in my mind, i cannot ignore it. So I’ve… Read More New Writing (experimental) I’ll be 50 in two years (tentative title)
I open my eyes. The room is flooded with white light. Must be late morning. I want to sleep more, but my bladder is on the verge of exploding. I walk to the bathroom barefooted and sit on the toilet. It seems as if I’m peeing a river. I don’t wash my hands after I… Read More Fat like a tent
I walk into a building, followed by two men in their forties. The three of us are standing, waiting for the elevator. One of the men is talking on the phone, not paying any attention to me. The other one: staring at me in a creepy way, not taking his eyes off my body. I… Read More To be a woman in the public sphere.
