Harrington Manor, New York Colony, Christmas Eve, 1781 Kimberley crept down the darkened stairs toward the kitchen, eager to eat early and avoid another meal under Theodore’s unsettling stare. Greenery had been laid in every room, and the tang of fresh-cut pine followed her, bringing a nudge of comfort. She found the open doorway to … Continue reading The Gift of a Letter
Hello again.
I remember reading a quote once that grief is patient as you try to avoid it, but that makes for a messy waiting room. I'm sorry there's no way to successfully outmaneuver this. I reread Dr. Keating's words as tears slid down my face, hot and silent. My husband has been gone for over a … Continue reading Hello again.
Session Five
A mandatory session has been scheduled for tomorrow at 10.00 AM. Do not disappoint. I stared at the computer screen, my initial shock melting into panic. I’d been summoned by my characters to account for months of inactivity and broken promises, it appeared. And I nothing to offer them…no secret progress to give them hope, … Continue reading Session Five
Session Four
August 1, 2019 “I am sending you to the August Forum Writing Exercise.” Theodore’s blue eyes hardened at my words and he shook his head. “No, you are not.” I sighed. “I don’t really know what drives you, Teddy. I feel you're a bit one-dimensional. An Ask Me Anything-type exercise might give me some answers.” “I’d … Continue reading Session Four
Session Three
The room quieted as I entered. "Sorry I'm late." Theodore Harrington snorted. "Tis predictable as the dawn." The rest of the room snickered. Dr. Keating cleared her throat. "You are here now. Let's get started. Our last meeting was..." She consulted her tablet. "Mid-May?" Murmurs of general disappointment drifted toward me. "Have you been able … Continue reading Session Three
Session Two
"You are late." Richard Harrington's heavy-lidded stare stopped me as I entered Dr. Keating's office for my second session. I looked around the near-empty room. "Where's everyone?" "They left." He settled back against the upholstery of his wing-backed chair. "They tired of waiting." "And Dr. Keating?" Richard snorted. "The good doctor thinks you and … Continue reading Session Two
Session One
May 7, 2019 - “She posted? Tis about time the woman published something,” Theodore Harrington muttered. He scowled at me and flopped into a chair in the cramped doctor’s office. "Tis not much, a blog post, but better than naught." “How do you feel about your creator’s writer’s block?” Dr Keating asked. I watched as … Continue reading Session One
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