Linda Maye Adams

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Writing in Public, Story 6, Scene 4


4 The house had left Nikki smelling of dust.  Every time she moved, she had a lingering taste of it in the back of her throat.  All she needed was allergies now.  Best to head back to her hotel to change. The hotel was a newer addition to the town, and named after it: Five …

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Adventures Around the Web September 16-22


Tom on Feedreader How to Beat Angry Writer’s Block Knocking on Your Door Despite the sensationalist title, it’s a pretty interesting article.  The first part talks about the history of writer’s block and shows that writers who are productive have always been looked down on.  Then it describes all the reasons for writer’s block, and …

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Writing in Public, Story 6, Scene 3


3 Randy hurried along the sidewalk, resisting the urge to look over his shoulder at Nikki.  She was the splitting image of Adelia Chandler, right down to how she walked.  It was like the family had skipped three generations and landed in Nikki. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. Molly yipped.  Then she squirmed …

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Writing in Public, Story 6, Scene 2


2. The chill followed Nikki out of the house like it wasn’t ready to give her up.  But the brightness of the finches warbling helped her shake off the shadows she had accumulated inside the house.  She smiled as a brown rabbit froze on the lawn, staring at her with a big black eye.  After …

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Writing in Public, Story 6, Scene 1


No cover for this one yet…not quite sure what genre it will be yet.  Not even sure what length it will be.  But it’s called Broken Notes. 1 The lawyer told Nikki Chandler not to expect much when she went to the house.  Her house, now.  It sounded strange.  It had always been her great …

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Writing in Public, Story 5, Last Scenes


“You have to try again,” Morgan said. He’d gotten that stubborn look in his face, arms folded across his chest.  He’d already made it clear that they were not going anywhere. “And what if I make it worse?” Eleri said.  She was hunched on the blanket, staring dismally at the spot where she knew the …

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Writing in Public, Story 4, Scene 5


5 Morgan insisted that Eleri eat before she go back out to the stream again.  She was glad he insisted on cooking this time.  She was shaking more than she wanted him to see. Her belly comfortably full, she walked back down to the stream, stopping above the spot where her magic had run aground.  …

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Adventures around the Web: September 11-15, 2017


This week, I’m in the Depth #3 Research workshop, which is trying out to be a workshop I’d wished I had a lot earlier–and I’m only in week 2!  Most of the writerly topics on research approach it from fear–either they’re being graded like a term paper or the one percent of the audience who …

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Writing in Public, Story 4, Scene 4


4 Eleri woke to the crackle and pop of a fire and its warmth flowing over her.  She was under what appeared to be all their wool blankets, laying close to the fire.  From the angle of the sun, it was around noon. Movement stirred behind her.  Morgan.  “Thank God!  I thought—” He broke off, …

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Writing in Public, Story 5, Scene 3 (Again)


Writer’s note: the earlier Scene 3 turned out to be a rabbit’s hole with a dead end, so a new scene 3. 3/ Bright silver light was the first thing Eleri saw.  So much that she squeezed her eyes shut to it.  Her magic felt like she’d been in a lightning storm, standing up on …

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