Creative Nonfiction by Andrea Badgley
I’m reading Stephen King’s On Writing again. I love how real and honest he is, and how unstuffy. It’s so refreshing! That honesty is at the heart of his fiction as well — he doesn’t pussyfoot around anything, anywhere, he just lets whatever is in him out. Also, honesty is his biggest piece of advice to … Continue reading Nouns and verbs
She woke in the cool cabin of the boat. It was dark but with a touch of blue light that hinted more was on its way. She shifted next to her husband and heard the creak of the mooring ropes as the boat shifted under her motion. Water gurgled against the hull. She sat up … Continue reading Horizon
I convinced myself for a long time that I can’t write fiction. I read tons of fiction — it’s my favorite thing to read — but my perception of myself for years has been that I lack the imagination to write fiction. I can’t create something from nothing. I can only write what is or … Continue reading Taking small steps when the final destination seems impossibly far away
I remember dark blue dinner plates with with white seagulls on them. We used those plates when when I was very small, younger than five. The color was the deep blue of almost-night, somewhere between navy and navy with a hint of green. The ceramic wasn’t shiny like most dinnerware I see now. It was … Continue reading Seagulls
I’ve decided to trick myself. I want to learn to sail. While the best way to learn to sail is to sail, I have a job that occupies the majority of my time, I live in the mountains, and I don’t have ready access to bodies of water, boats, and wind. The water is a … Continue reading I made a new prompt box
I’m reading a book right now called Secrets of Six-Figure Women, which lays out the mindsets and behaviors of women who succeed in earning at a higher level than many of us allow ourselves to believe is possible. As I read, the intention to earn six figures is at the forefront of my mind as a … Continue reading Getting out of my own way
