by YeahWrite Editor | Nov 17, 2015 | Fiction|Poetry, the speakeasy, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Gathering footsteps On Sunday in the kickoff post, Christine talked about the other facet of writing. We all know the facet of writing that involves computers, a little bit of writing, a whole lot of editing and precious, precious...
by YeahWrite Editor | Nov 16, 2015 | Challenge, Nonfiction, Open, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] “Sad” is a teeny-tiny word Want readers to care about what you’ve written? Invest in details. Be specific. It isn’t enough to write that you are “sad” because your girlfriend left you. Writing...
by Christine Hanolsy | Nov 15, 2015 | Fiction|Poetry, Kickoff, Microprose, Nonfiction, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Writers’ high I am just coming down off of a week-long writing binge, and I feel great. Eight hours a day of solid writing time? What more could you ask for? On the other hand–don’t everyone yell at...
by YeahWrite Editor | Nov 13, 2015 | moonshine, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] It’s the weekend, so the moonshine grid is open Friday the 13th may strike dread into the hearts of many a superstitious person, but for me, it’s just another Friday, and Fridays are AMAZING. I may be bringing home work with...
by Rowan | Nov 13, 2015 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, gargleblaster, micro challenge, microfiction, Microprose, Nonfiction, the speakeasy, Winners, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I spent most of today in a coffee shop. It’s a wonderful little place, just around the corner from my house. They have wifi, and they make all their own flavors for the coffee (maple latte? pumpkin spice? honey lavender? salted...
by Rowan | Nov 11, 2015 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, gargleblaster, micro challenge, microfiction, Microprose, Nonfiction, the speakeasy, Voting, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Vote for your favorite nonfiction, fiction and microstories here I can tell it’s November cause the grids are so full! Heads are down and fingers are busy as we all push forward, aided by the extra dark hours. I mean. Who...
