Cracked 

I reflect what I want you to see in me.
A pillar of strength, unshakable by the strongest of earthquakes.

I pretend that every sliver that’s chipped away is nothing but a superficial chink in my armor.

The tears fall one by one, subtlety enough that you only see me with clear eyes.

It’s not your fault I claw so desperately to the cliff knowing that this time the fall would be too much.

All of it has become too much.

I will have to accept that, my greatest fear is to accept that.

Would you accept me?

A New Quarter

A new opportunity to grow as a writer. For the next 10 weeks I am focusing on the short story and after the first reading I am already feeling liberated, challenged and terrified. It is empowering to read, learn and discover that while you have come a long way there is an even longer way to go.

Here is a glimpse into our book camp (This excerpt is from the book “From Where You Dream” by Robert Olen Butler)

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The quote that starts the second chapter?

“All good novelists have bad memories” -Graham Greene