I am disturbed by an increasing tendency to misuse I when it is joined to another person with and. My personal theory is that repeated childhood corrections of me…
Author: R. Jean Bell
R. Jean Bell grew up in the United States but has spent the last twenty years in Denmark. A voracious reader since age three, she averages a book a day. She spends her time writing fiction and poetry, doing hobby photography, and being with her husband, horses, and dogs.
I first wrote this article almost a year ago, but the content is as valuable now as it was then. We’re used to thinking about…
One piece of a story that is often neglected by newer writers is the character arc. Part of the reason this is easily overlooked is…
When I broke the skin on the chocolate pudding, my mouth watered. A tiny taste sucked from the upside-down spoon set my heels kicking the…
Double-checking the directions, he measured carefully. Should he cover the pot? Damn, he missed her. He watched the water boil away, finally turning the burner…
Evonne moans into her wine. “I can’t make my rent this month. It’s so unfair.” She looks pointedly at the check then pulls the latest…
Miriam lay in a puddle of cold urine. The pain disappeared in numbness. A sound at the door roused her and she moaned. John knelt…
I have been nailed by migraines and other health issues, so I’m so behind posting photos I planned to share. Ones I really think are…
“Hey, that’s my soda.” She glared at her brother. He drained the glass. “Not anymore.” His nose would explode when her fist– No, better not.…
Miriam’s refrigerator was empty and the last nonperishables were gone. Calling her son got only that blasted answer machine. Again. “John, I’m out of food.…