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A Podcast on Submissions Worth Hearing

/ Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 3 Comments

I don’t know about you, but I love podcasts. Below is one of my favorites. First, available from Brevity, this podcast features submissions –  what makes, and an editor reject or accept a submission; when to submit, themes, and common mistakes.

So, grab a glass of wine, notepad, and enjoy this podcast on submissions. You can download it on Soundcloud, iTunes, or Stitcher.

 

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Tips on Writing Flash Memoir

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I love writing flash. Whether it’s fiction, non-fiction, or a memoir piece about my former life as a nurse.

What I’ve found as I attempt to write the perfect piece is –  it ain’t easy! Getting to the story in a sharp, succinct manner while packing just the right punch is difficult for the most seasoned writer. I’m still reaching for that star.

Brevity covers this topic in one of the best posts I’ve read in a long time Here’s just a sample of the Don’t tips you’ll learn from,  All’s Well That Ends Well.  

Things to Avoid

  • Summarize
  • Explain
  • Justify
  • Excuse

To read more and see the examples, check out All’s Well That Ends Well at Brevity.

I’d love to hear your comments. Talk to me. Tell me your story. I’m all ears and look for me on Facebook at SheilaMGood,  Pinterest,  Bloglovin, Twitter@sheilamgood, Contently, and Instagram. You can follow my reviews on Amazon and Goodreads.

Letter in the Attic

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Writing 101 @ Daily Post : Prompt

Be Brief

You discover a letter on a path that affects you deeply. Today, write about this encounter. And your twist? Be as succinct as possible.

 

I sat and stared at the words in my hand. How did I not know this? Why did mom not tell us? I rummaged through the rest of the chest looking for more evidence, nothing. My legs gave way onto the hard floor.

I glanced at my sister going through the boxes across the attic. Mom was gone, no one else had to know.It would destroy Kara and raise more questions than answers. She’d hate me if I didn’t tell her. Wouldn’t she? I always wondered about her features. Mom said they came from Aunt Hattie.

Damn you mom.