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September 8, 2014 by musehick

I write in a number of different modes and they all push and pull me in interesting directions.

Prose has been primarily limited to short bursts of flash fiction which are a hundred metre sprint, but I have been working on longer pieces which are all about pacing for the distance … Running a marathon. This is the fiction.

For the non-fiction it feels more like a triathlon kind of thing … Because it isn’t just writing: it’s remembering, and writing, and navigating emotional minefields … An act of creation as much as any fiction, but also serviceable to the truth, dependent on memory, and needing fact.

That kind of applies primarily to autobiographical stuff – then there is the copy I write for work, which can be about any subject but is for a specific purpose and has to very specific criteria right in target.

Poetry doesn’t really work like that at all … It can be short, long, emotional, clinical … But to me comes from a lot more intuitive kind of place, one that takes a riff and runs with it, a very jazz sensibility, and that’s even if I fall into a structure that is more classical.

Versatility serves me we’ll and allows me to create different flavours that can surprise and entertain my audience, and myself. Practice I hope is increasing my ability to switch it up and keep moving. Those writers who work ha at their craft are moving in the right direction to keep developing and improving.


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Emma Ortega Negrete


Sarah in Zombieland

Books, movies, video games, and life style.

choices in error

Introspections artistry externalized

Destination Humanity

Chasing big dreams one photo at a time

emotional musings-


Here we speak, here we hear.

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