Tara Browne

I don’t know what our fearless leader was talking about when he said we’d recovered from the depression he began, but, from a numbers standpoint, the day he stuck his head under the covers appears to have begun a domino-effect of five heads ducking under covers, all of us becoming unclear whose turn it was, […]

View all NaNoWriMo entries … Sitting on the floor after Rosso left I started thinking about my life. Around me the rug was melted and burned from the fiery expression of my anger. Now, the anger was gone, Johnny was gone, and a few of the 200 animals weaved in 50 colors, including gold, that, […]

View all NaNoWriMo entries … It wasn’t a situation I would have chosen to put myself in, double-crossing Rosso and exiled to Iowa trying to work a new angle with the creepy dentist, but I have to admit that I was starting to feel a little intrigued and not too bad about the whole thing. […]

The first big obstacle in undertaking a project such as NaNoWriMo, or, for that matter, on any writer’s desk, is just plain fabricating words: sitting down at your desk or coffee shop of choice and NOT killing time answering emails, facebook stalking your significant other’s ex, watching funny animal videos on youtube, etc., but WRITING […]

View all NaNoWriMo entries … “What kind of question is that?” I asked. Stan shrugged. “What? You think the kid did it? You think my girlfriend’s kid somehow gave me a heart attack? Slipped me a roofie or somethin’?” Stan leaned his head back and took his eyes off the road to give me the […]