How Far Does a Book Travel? At Least to Amsterdam.

How Far Does a Book Travel? At Least to Amsterdam.

There used to be a project – it may still exist – of leaving a book in a public place along with a note to pass it along and post where it was found. I’ve never done that but what a cool idea. Something kinda similar happened to me this week. My friend Fred landed in Amsterdam for a holiday and while popping around the city he went into a coffee house and saw a stack of books. There, buried…

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Tiny Stories – #challenge86

Tiny Stories – #challenge86

Creative Non-Fiction is one of my favorite magazines. In each issue there’s a selection of “tiny truths”; stories written in 140 characters or less. In honor of CNF, today’s writing challenge is this: Write a story about your childhood in 140 characters or less. If you’re on Twitter or Instagram, use the hashtag #challenge86. I’ll post them here. (I’m @nhendricksonauthor on Instagram)

Writers Live Twice

Writers Live Twice

  Doesn’t matter if you write fiction or non-fiction. As a writer you have the ability to live twice; once as “you”, once as anything or anyone you can imagine. As you prepare for the following days and weeks, what “others” will you create?

How to find a whopper of a story

How to find a whopper of a story

Want an idea for a great story?  Read on . . . I’m an avid iphoneographer and I love driving around town taking shots. This one was taken with the iPhone 6S and the Hipstamatic app. (Sergio Lens, Maximus LXIX film). It’s a picture of the Mission San Diego de Alcala, the first of the California missions. Looking at the picture, I’m drawn into a story of my own making. Native Californians, Jesuits, Spanish soldiers . . . religion, tradition, superstition….

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Yes, I’m still on about the poetry class

Yes, I’m still on about the poetry class

Don’t ask me why. I’m not even a poet. But I really wanted to learn more about how to write more beautifully. So, in child-like stomping-ness, I found the format called a cinquain. Read about it here. My attempt: Drums beat floating on air Catch my heart’s reverie mirroring a time I once knew, long gone