Creative Nonfiction by Andrea Badgley
A friend from work wants to improve his writing, and he asked if I had any recommendations for online courses. I do not, but I did recommend the brief and vigorous Elements of Style by William Strunk Jr. and E.B. White. After recommending it, I decided to read it again for moral support for my friend. … Continue reading Nodding with Strunk and White
I did it. I set out to fill a 100 sheet/200 page composition book in April, and today, three days before the month’s end I filled the final page. A friend asked me recently if I’d ever considered writing a book. “I have not,” I told him. “What would I write about?!” “That is the worst … Continue reading What’s the thesis of a life?
The hamza and the ‛ayn were driven to a meeting hall for an appointment of some kind. “You two twins?” the cabbie asked. His right wrist rested on the top of the steering wheel. “No,” said the hamza, with a roll of its eye. The ‛ayn showed more compassion. “That’s a common question, sir, and … Continue reading The hamza and the ‛ayn
I define a strength as an activity that strengthens you and a weakness as an activity that weakens you. — Marcus Buckingham I’ve stopped writing many times in the past because I psyched myself out. I rarely read creative nonfiction. What business do I have writing it? I read fiction. When it comes time for pleasure reading, novels … Continue reading I used to think strengths are the things we are good at
On my smoothie break from writing, I started eggs boiling for the kids to dye. I often forget about eggs once I place the pan on the stove and set it to high. I’ll wander off while waiting for the water to boil, then an hour later realize, “Oh shit! The eggs!” This time, I brought Writing … Continue reading Becoming rich
I watched the sun rise while I wrote this morning. “Write about the quality of light shining through your window.” That’s what my exercise was today. I’ve written ten pages per day the past two days in some wild effort to fill my composition book by the end of the month. There was no light … Continue reading A whole lot of nothing
