Pam Dewey Writer

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  • Oh What a World in Which I Can Write Poems about Swimming with Sharks

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    Last April, I signed on to do the Writer’s Digest Poem A Day Challenge, and I blogged about it on here. For each day in April, I wrote a poem. The challenge coincides with National Poetry Month. The writer directing the challenge, Robert Lee Brewer, posted daily prompts for us to use, or not use.…

  • The Joy of Jumping Boundaries with Flash Fiction

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    I write flash fiction. It is a relatively new genre, differentiated predominately by its brevity. A flash piece should generally be less than 1,000 words. Most stories are in the 300-800 word range. Flash fiction can feel constricting. The writer must construct a narrative arc in a very brief amount of space. In other ways,…

  • Finding Peace in a Room Full of Stories

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    When I lived in NYC, I worked as a visual stylist at Saks Fifth Avenue. My days were spent up and down ladders, applying graphics, dressing and re-dressing mannequins, painting, moving furniture around the floor, and putting together chandeliers. You name it; we pretty much did it. It was inspiring. It was thrilling. It was…

  • Guess What? Your Stance on Abortion Rights Doesn’t Excuse Your Sexism

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    In the article “Hillary baits Bernie beautifully: ‘Shouting,’ sexism — and the simple sorry that would make Sanders look less jerky,” Amanda Marcotte writes, “During the first Democratic debate, Sanders responded to Clinton’s impassioned anti-gun argument by telling her that ‘all the shouting in the world’ won’t fix the issue. Now Clinton, to huge amounts…

  • Time is the Ultimate Luxury

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    When I started to get serious about writing again, I realized I was going to have to let some other things go. And by let things go, I mean stop pursuing some of my other hobbies and interests. Having multiple interests and passions doesn’t sound like it should be a problem. But for a writer,…

  • How I Handle the Mean Reds

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    I don’t believe everything happens for a reason. I find that saying to be, well, a bullshit platitude. I do understand the appeal of bullshit platitudes. When bad things are happening in your life, this phrase or phrases like it give you something to latch onto. It gives you hope there is a bigger cosmic…

  • I Wrote a Story + Editors Liked It = Story Published

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    So. It. Happened. One of my stories was accepted for publication. You can read my flash fiction story “Everything They Said About You” at The Electronic Encyclopedia of Experimental Literature. Here it is: https://theeeel.com/everything-they-said-about-you-pamela-dewey/. Queue corks popping, dancing in the streets, general debauchery, etc. When I received the email stating the story was accepted, I…

  • How to Edit like a Serial Killer

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    I like words. I like phrases that catch on my tongue. I like sentences that stop me, spin me sideways, and knock me on my ass. I write. It makes sense. However, I don’t think writing needs to be complicated. I mean, writing is inevitably complicated, but reading doesn’t have to be. I’m not trying…

  • 4 Things You Imply When You Say “You’ll Change Your Mind” to a Woman Who Doesn’t Want Kids

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    When I was a young girl, I had a fake bottle with fake milk to feed my fake babies. I remember drawing a picture of a pink house with purple heart-shaped windows. A tiny, girly dream house for a tiny (mostly) girly girl and her babies. I even had a name picked out for my…

  • How to Destroy the Fear That Forms You

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    I wouldn’t say I suffer from anxiety, not like a lot of people suffer from anxiety. But I have had three full-fledged panic attacks. One of attacks occurred while I was driving, which was a terrifying experience. I have never been particularly fond of driving. While I lived in New York, I didn’t have a…