The tiger-eye beads around her neck would wink at me like a nervous uncle sharing a secret with a child. They roll on her sternum like marbles. At night, on her nightstand, they whisper my secret to the patchouli-scented room. How long have they known?
Also, the first draft of my short story “Tinytown” is 28% complete. The new word-counting widget in the sidebar told me! Because I am encouraged by statistics, I hope to make that 100% by the end of the year.
I would like to say that I found these bits of writerly motivation from within, but it’s all the slush-pile reading. There’s nothing quite like seeing completed stories every day to make me want to complete my own.