Archive for January, 2015

RBC Short Story #1 - Hands

Monday, January 26th, 2015

Ta-da! The short story is here! The title is “Hands” and it was inspired by the Maroon 5 song, “Hands All Over”.
As always, any and all creative content on this blog is copyright Kris Starr (with the exception in this case of the lyrics to “Hands All Over”), so please don’t copy and/or distribute this content without my express permission.

Feel free to comment, if you are so inclined.

And now, follow me down below to enjoy “Hands”. :)



Saturday, January 24th, 2015

Okay, so here’s the scoop — no reading tonight, BUT… I finished my short story! Yee-haw!

I’ve saved it and put it away for now. I will try and reread it sometime over the weekend and tweak it, and after that, post it here on the blog.

*happy Snoopy dance*

Oh, and at the risk of being totally vague and mysterious, Adam Levine is a GOD. Yeeeeees.

Bubonic Betty

Thursday, January 22nd, 2015

The germs are here.

I feel them.

I can sense them.

My throat feels…weird, and my head a little woozy and cottony. I’ve already gargled with salt water, which helped, and I’m just about to make myself a Hot Toddy, which should hopefully knock the damn invaders right out of the park.

If it isn’t too late, that is.

Well, we shall see what tomorrow morning brings. But for now, it’s reading for the RBC, adding word count to my short story (woo!) and getting slightly tipsy on hot tea and whiskey. Yup, this gal knows how to party, y’all. :/

Poem: “When to the sessions of sweet silent thought” by William Shakespeare
Short Story: “The Midnight Hour” by Sandra Birdsell (The Penguin Anthology… etc.)
Essay: “A City Run by Children” by Rebecca Mead (New Yorker)

One Step Forward…

Wednesday, January 21st, 2015

Didn’t read last night. Nope.

But… I wrote! Added another 500+ words to the short story I started. I call it progress, Gentle Readers!

No idea when I’ll be able to post it — I think I still have a ways to go — but I’ll put it up when I can. I don’t think I’ll be able to do the “story a week” challenge. I mean, it’s been, what, three weeks of January already, and I haven’t finished a short story yet?

It’s okay. I’m trying my damnedest to not beat myself up about it. At least I’m writing again, and that’s the very most important part.

Poem: “Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore” by William Shakespeare
Short Story: “Crush” by Bonnie Burnard (The Penguin Anthology… etc.)
Essay: “The Hunting of Billie Holiday” by Johann Hari (Politico Magazine)

Oh My Gwerk (RBC)

Monday, January 19th, 2015

Wow. I fell so far off the wagon my ass hurts. Oops.

Well. No excuses. Shit happens. It’s life. Moving on.

Or as they say, yell “Plot twist!” and keep going.

So I’m a-going.


Poem: “Drinking” by Abraham Cowley
Short Story: “Voices Lost in the Snow” by Mavis Gallant (Penguin Anthology…)
Essay: My Lovely Wife in the Psych Ward by Mark Lukach (Pacific Standard)

The Simple Things

Tuesday, January 13th, 2015

I have come to realize of late that if I could spend the rest of my days freelancing, writing, sewing (with a few other crafty endeavors thrown in there) and performing in amateur theater, I would be a rather happy person.

Simple enough, isn’t it? Works for me.

*More RBC stuff coming soon. I swear.


Sunday, January 11th, 2015

This is the sound of me collapsing. Got no reading done. In fact, I didn’t get anything done today other than parenting my offspring — because the hubster is out of town. I get that everything has to be put on hold, and I certainly do not begrudge him his time away, but it just means that progress for me = zero. :P

In other good news, though, I started writing! I took an idea I had a little while ago and just jumped in head-first. I’ve managed just under 700 words so far, and while that may not seem like a lot, after a *very* long dry spell it’s fabulous. It won’t be finished for this week, though, so the short story will be posted when it gets posted. I’m only human.

Stay tuned, peeps. More will be coming — I promise!

RBC January 8

Thursday, January 8th, 2015

Ugh. Missed two days in a row. That’s okay, though. Not going to beat myself up about it. This isn’t a contest or a race. I will do what I can.

I am stressing out a little bit over the “writing the short story” part of the RBC. I feel frozen, unable to put anything down on-screen. I’m not sure I’ll get anything done this week. I don’t even know what to write about. Oy.

It’s okay. It’ll be all right. Wish I could write again, though. Wish I was selling more books.

It’ll come, won’t it?

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Poem: From “The Eve of St Agnes” by John Keats
Short Story: “Presbyterian Crosswalk” by Barbara Gowdy (Penguin Anthology, etc., etc.)
Essay: “The Belfast Operation” by Brian Kevin (Down East)

RBC January 5

Tuesday, January 6th, 2015

Poem: London by William Blake
Short Story: “Miles City, Montana” by Alice Munro
Essay: “The Art World’s Patron Satan” by Christopher Glazek (New York Times Magazine)

Yeesh. The more I think about writing something, the more panicked I feel. :/ I’m not sure how to get over this bump; I suppose the logical answer is to just write something. Anything. Okay. I’m going to squeeze in a few minutes *somewhere* over the next few days.

RBC January 4

Monday, January 5th, 2015

Poem: Felix Randal by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Short Story: “Cloister” by Ann Copeland (The Penguin Anthology of Stories by Canadian Women)
Essay: “A Story of Perseverance” by Richard Sandomir (New York Times)

I know, I missed yesterday. The evening got away from me, and before I knew it… it was *way* too late to start doing more reading. :/ It’s okay, though — I expected these hiccups. Get up, dust myself off, and keep on truckin’. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?

I’m actually feeling anxious about starting the writing part of the RBC. I haven’t written anything creative in an age. I’m not even sure what I’m going to write, yet. Maybe it’ll be a whole lot of nothing. Maybe it’ll be more like a vignette or two. I don’t know yet. I guess we’ll have to see next weekend…