Tag Archives: Writing Prompts

Solitude

Posted on July 2, 2013 by Peggy Pilkey

Beside my computer, on my desk, sits a small, framed photograph of a child wearing a blue and white seersucker dress with smocked bodice, embroidered pink flowers shirring the fabric bracketed by puffy sleeves. How is it possible that I … Continue reading →

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Playing with Words

Posted on April 4, 2013 by Peggy Pilkey

The late Madeleine L’Engle made the following wry observation with respect to her writing, and I can’t help but agree with her initial premise, though not always the second: “You have to write the book that wants to be written. … Continue reading →

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