publications
Proofread What Do U Want From Me by Barner Hill, 2006
Copyedited Revelation by Robert Rayburn, 2004
Published poem “museum guard” in the Spring 2001 issue of The Chicago Literary
Review
Published “Song of A Dandelion” in A Palette of Life as a result of being a
semifinalist in the
International Library of Poetry’s Annual Competition, 2000
Published "Song of a Dandelion," and "Not Just Woman's Work,"
in Beyond Rhetoric and Rainbows: A Journey to the Place Where Learning Lives,
1996
Published "The Example," "The Me That Nobody Knows," "Not Just Woman's
Work," and other writings in Conation: Giving Kids the Will to Win, 1993
Proofread What Do U Want From Me by Barner Hill, 2006
Copyedited Revelation by Robert Rayburn, 2004
Published poem “museum guard” in the Spring 2001 issue of The Chicago Literary
Review
Published “Song of A Dandelion” in A Palette of Life as a result of being a
semifinalist in the
International Library of Poetry’s Annual Competition, 2000
Published "Song of a Dandelion," and "Not Just Woman's Work,"
in Beyond Rhetoric and Rainbows: A Journey to the Place Where Learning Lives,
1996
Published "The Example," "The Me That Nobody Knows," "Not Just Woman's
Work," and other writings in Conation: Giving Kids the Will to Win, 1993
why I write
Writing fiction is a peculiar sort of madness. You strive to create something that
you alone can see because it is your life’s obsession. Nothing is ever finished. I
don’t know when I will achieve the novel I’ve been searching for. It’s in the
pages somewhere, hidden. In my mind I already see the critics’ words, the jacket
copy, the final analysis. . . but before me is something far less than what I’d
hoped for.
One of my high school English teachers once told me that great writing is never
finished, but simply abandoned by the author. The process of abandonment is
such a hard one. “It isn’t ready,” I'd keep telling myself, fearing what reaction I’d
get. You have to be brave to be a writer. I reached this epiphany after a long and
very debilitating bout of writer's block. Now I finally feel brave enough to share
my writing again, and I have made it available online.
read samples of my work
To see samples of my writing, visit my blog Tragedienne. The title of my blog is a
French word that is used in the theater to describe an actress who specializes in
tragedies. A tragedienne is the opposite of a comedienne, you could say. I often
find myself exploring tragic themes in my writing, and so the title fits. From
poetry to journal entries to fiction, Tragedienne features excerpts of my
strongest pieces of writing.
writing services
I can provide a variety of writing services, including:
Writing fiction is a peculiar sort of madness. You strive to create something that
you alone can see because it is your life’s obsession. Nothing is ever finished. I
don’t know when I will achieve the novel I’ve been searching for. It’s in the
pages somewhere, hidden. In my mind I already see the critics’ words, the jacket
copy, the final analysis. . . but before me is something far less than what I’d
hoped for.
One of my high school English teachers once told me that great writing is never
finished, but simply abandoned by the author. The process of abandonment is
such a hard one. “It isn’t ready,” I'd keep telling myself, fearing what reaction I’d
get. You have to be brave to be a writer. I reached this epiphany after a long and
very debilitating bout of writer's block. Now I finally feel brave enough to share
my writing again, and I have made it available online.
read samples of my work
To see samples of my writing, visit my blog Tragedienne. The title of my blog is a
French word that is used in the theater to describe an actress who specializes in
tragedies. A tragedienne is the opposite of a comedienne, you could say. I often
find myself exploring tragic themes in my writing, and so the title fits. From
poetry to journal entries to fiction, Tragedienne features excerpts of my
strongest pieces of writing.
writing services
I can provide a variety of writing services, including:
- proofreading
- editing
- adaptations
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Alice tried to remember
who had given her the key.
fiction
“He’s the cutest little boy.
Makes it that much sadder,
doesn’t it?”
fiction
I Would Prefer Not To
creative non-fiction
The Vanishing Point
poetry
who had given her the key.
fiction
“He’s the cutest little boy.
Makes it that much sadder,
doesn’t it?”
fiction
I Would Prefer Not To
creative non-fiction
The Vanishing Point
poetry
