A few years ago, I started a series of Flash Fiction pieces based on photos I took while […]
Metra
Last Friday, I resurrected a bit of Flash-Fiction I wrote a few years ago. Thank you for your […]
Each Friday, [tweetthis]I post a photo and a bit of flash fiction. I keep the words brief because, […]
A cold caught me last weekend. I’ve been battling with it ever since. Today I feel the only […]
Each Friday, [tweetthis]I post a photo and a bit of flash fiction. I keep the words brief because, […]
Last week I attended the Writing Chicago conference. I had a crazy busy week last week for many reason. It was the end of the month. I faced both newspaper deadlines and I had to get everything done two days in advance, so I could be in the moment at the conference, with no interfering brain waves or competing agendas. I’m also preparing for a flute duet at a local music festival. It’s just a little thing, but I want to do well. As [tweetthis]Loved-One likes to point out, “You’re not happy unless you have one more thing to do.” [/tweetthis] (I’d beg to differ, but it is all in my control, now isn’t it?)
So, I trusted everything would work out. It did. In an unexpected way. Being here NOW has it’s ups and downs.
I mapped out my route to Writing Chicago on the Metra. It would take me as long on the train as by car, if I had smooth sailing through traffic. That’s a no-brainer. It’s Construction Season. I’d be traveling during rush-hour. Metra is by far my best bet. Transfer at Oglivy Station, take the northbound to Evanston. I’ll easily get my 10,000 steps in to meet my FitBit goal. Plus, lots of time to read, while I’m on the train.