Category Archives: Musings

I Dream Flash Fiction (52)

Posted on April 1, 2012 by Riba

Today I wake up a writer. The jumble of my morning dreaming ends with a short narrated dream. It has a male narrator, maybe in his late thirties, and the dream is almost whole when I wake. I know if … Continue reading →

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Being a Writer (51)

Posted on April 1, 2012 by Riba

I’ve discovered something I do love unequivocally about writing. I love being a writer. I love it when I feel like a writer. I love having lines of prose come to me in odd moments, placing the big cat bowl … Continue reading →

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Heaven Hands Me a Hiatus? (50)

Posted on March 18, 2012 by Riba

I get a late start on the day, and I realize I can’t let even that be okay. I let it ride me all morning like I am wrong, a crow hovering just overhead, scolding me. It nags at me … Continue reading →

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No Baby (49)

Posted on March 17, 2012 by Riba

I wake up Friday morning with a sentence in my head. “I’m never going to have a baby.” I always knew I wanted to be pregnant, knew I wanted to carry a baby inside me, grow round and heavy, even … Continue reading →

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Five Days (48)

Posted on March 16, 2012 by Riba

“Write about five days you would like to do over,” Maureen says. We’ve arrived for our Monday night writing workshop. The room still buzzes, takes time to quiet. (This was the kind of thing I couldn’t tolerate when I was … Continue reading →

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Maybe I Do Love Writing (42)

Posted on January 19, 2012 by Riba

Maybe I do love writing like I’d love a sister who could set my teeth clenching like no other, whose icky tone of voice would mirror mine, who might not speak her judgment out loud but the phone would be … Continue reading →

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