nanowrimo – love it or hate it?
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Hello all,

Raise your hand if you’ve heard of National Novel Writing Month! – also abbreviated to “NaNoWriMo.” This is a month-long effort started several years ago (first year:, 1999) by writer Chris Baty in the San Francisco area, with 21 participants. Nineteen years later, in 2018, it has become a worldwide project, with over two thousand writers participating, almost 40 million words written during this past month of November., and every day these 2000 writers produced  almost 20,000 words on average.

You can’t help but be inspired by this blurb from the NaNoWriMo website:

National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to creative writing. 

On November 1, participants begin working towards the goal of writing a 50,000-word novel by 11:59 PM on November 30.

Valuing enthusiasm, determination, and a deadline, NaNoWriMo is for anyone who has ever thought about writing a novel.

For years my writing friends have been urging me to give nanowrimo a try. My co-writing collaborator has done nanowrimo for several years in a row, and she always asks me if I’m going to try it this year. I had considered it, but the goal is to write 50,000 words on a novel, and that means writing 1,667 words per day (or more) in a single story. What I know about my writing is that it needs intervals of “real life” to make it sing. If I try to write a single narrative non-stop, especially in bursts of 1500 words or more per day, I run right up against Writer’s Block. Badly. I’ve found I need to break up my writing stints in a single narrative so that I can really live with the story; I pick up small ideas from my daily life that make their way into the narrative, slowly moving forward. Otherwise – I get stuck. Really stuck..

So, sheepishly, self-consciously, I always said, “No, not this time,” or sometimes, “I’m afraid I can’t work that way,” when my co-writer asked me. But this year my collaborator on our Two Hour Transport reading series was also going to give it a try, and she mentioned that some people (shhh! don’t tell!) DON’T write novels, they write . . . memoir, nonfiction, short stories . . . and there’s even a name for it: The nanowrimo Rebel. I was intrigued. Maybe, I thought, I could just write a couple of 900-word flash fiction pieces every day, practice my short-story writing, and see what this nanowrimo was all about.

Photo by Theresa Barker.

And, that’s what I did! You can see in this photo what some of my stories looked like during drafting. I hand-wrote at times, I computer-typed at other times, I participated in physical write-ins at nearby coffee-shops and other locations, I participated in virtual write-ins organized by our regional liaisons. I started out dreading nanowrimo – “I can’t do this,” – and I ended up LOVING it. So many insights came out of my work this month! In the next couple of weeks I’ll be sharing more of my experience, and I hope it will inspire you to Keep Writing. You’ve got stories, poems, memoir, essays, and more inside you just waiting to be released. Go for it!

Here’s a sample of my work; this was written on Day 1:

You are staring out a black postage stamp of a window in your bedroom. They have told you it’s all in your head, this sense of the supernatural that seems to permeate your minutes, your hours, your daily life. They tell you should pay no attention, that you should focus on specific concrete details that will lead you to reality. Reality. But what they have not told you yet is that they want you to pay attention to specific details because that’s how they control you. You are brought down to the world, the Real World when you think about stair steps in your dorm, about the orange chairs in the floor lounge, about the sneering smiles of the boys on this floor, the ones that drink all weekend long and try to deceive the RA about it. You don’t want this. You want to be clear, you want to know what is really happening, not what they want you to think is happening. But your parents sent you to this Ivy League college not to think but to come out with a Degree and to start your Life. They would love it if you went to Law School after, like your father did, or to medical school, like your mother did. Another lawyer or doctor in the family is what your parents want. You tried to tell them you were interested in the art class you took in your freshman year, and that was a big mistake. They let you think they were supportive and then before you knew it you were on Prozac and your parents had you in once-a-week therapy sessions with Dr. Morse. Dr. Morse who asked if you knew what you wanted to do, and you tried to say what you thought about art, but it wasn’t helpful and after that you did not say anything. You went into yourself, and now you’re sitting in front of a dark window and you’re watching for, well, for anything that’s different. Something not concrete. A thing that sails past you into the dark-dark of the night and flaunts its lively sense of irony at the gloating moon.

Thanks for reading!

Take care,


New fiction published: “It Started With the Scars”
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Hello everyone,

I’m thrilled to announce my story “It Started With the Scars” was published last month in Freeze Frame Fiction. Here is a link:

It Started With the Scars

I met Ruby on the second day of Burning Man. I knew the risks, but I have learned to conceal my scars well. Perhaps I was distracted . . .

I wrote this story quite a while ago, and I loved it, but when I sent it out it was rejected over and over. I still liked it, even after all that bruising rejection. Freeze Frame Fiction had sent me an encouraging rejection on a previous story submission, saying they liked my writing even though they couldn’t use that story. They need pieces that are under 1000 words, and the story was a bit longer in its original form. I condensed the story a bit and sent it in. Happily, they enjoyed it and published it on Sept. 1st. This is my first acceptance in 2018, and I am delighted.

So — keep persisting! It’s worth it!

Update – Op-Ed piece published in The Seattle Times today!
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Hello everyone,

I’ve never been very confident writing nonfiction, e.g., essays and personal memoir, and I’m always envious and admiring of those who do it well. This week I’ve had a nonfiction piece published in the Seattle Times, our local newspaper. It’s an Op-Ed piece that is part of their “My Take” series, in which Seattle residents write about an issue they are concerned about. I was reluctant to even try submitting an Op-Ed, as I know it’s hard to get a piece published in the local newspaper these days. But my neighbors who are involved in helping me advocate on a local neighborhood issue really wanted us to get an Op-Ed in the paper as a way to reach out to other neighborhoods in the city, to inspire them to take action on the same issue. And to let the city know we’re serious about this issue.

So, I hesitantly sat down to draft a piece for submission, and after I drafted it I got feedback on it, which helped me to revise it into a final form. I sent it early this week and heard back that they will be publishing it today! Here it is, if you’d like to take a look:

“Seattle parks and greenbelts are too wonderful to be trashed “, The Seattle Times, 10/19/18

Happy writing, everyone!

Farewell, Summer!

In the middle of August you start to feel the pull toward autumn. Here in Seattle we’ve been having hazy skies that turn the sunlight yellow and sometimes make the sun glow red. It’s a scene that feels almost apocalyptic, something about the yellowness of the light making the world feel older, reminding me of the goldenness of light in the fall.

In the past few weeks I’ve been doing some long thinking, thinking about what direction I want to go with my writing and with my work. We all have different reasons for writing, and at the same time we all have the same reasons for writing. To be heard. To express ourselves. To connect with other readers. To become more than we already are.

If you’re like me, you’ve learned a great deal from your writing. Whether it’s new techniques for conveying your thoughts, or how your work is perceived by others who read it, or it may even be new ways to express yourself.


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It’s been five years since I started this blog, and it has given me a wonderful opportunity to express myself. Back then I posted small “flash” fiction pieces, every day for five months, based on the Daily Prompts. I had once piece selected for “Freshly Pressed” just a few months into my blogging, which was sensational. It made me feel like a “real writer,” whatever that is. After five months of daily posting, I switched to 2-3 times a week, still posting fiction. Along the way over the next few years, I added some reflection pieces and updates to the fiction mix, all learned by reading the work of other bloggers like you! What’s been even more fun is serializing a couple of longer stories, which was great fun, seeing how each episode took the story further along.

Along the way I’ve been privileged to be part of a wonderfully supportive community of blogging writers. My colleague Anna Jailene Aguilar and I collaborated on an anthology of Cinderella-retold stories that we published on I have had multiple and deeply rich conversations with fellow writers who have taken the the time to comment, and sometimes email, their thoughts, suggestions, and kudos about my writing.  It has been hugely encouraging. I am deeply grateful for the generosity of the blogging community.

Photo by Theresa Barker.


Thank you for visiting, thank you for your time to read my work, to click “Like” on a post or to write your thoughts in a comment.  I can’t express how much it means to have a conversation, however briefly, as part of an ongoing conversation, about one’s writing and about the connections it makes with other writers and their experiences. It has been uplifting, and it has helped me build confidence in my creative ability, and build determination to keep writing.

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As you know, we all strive to “bloom where we are planted.” My Lab Notes blog has been rewarding and fulfilling. As my outside-the-blog fiction work has been taking off, I have been less and less active on Lab Notes. Besides writing new stories, I am working on a couple of chapbooks of stories, including The Little Book of Lies, and I have started working with a couple of novel projects. It is with regret that I have decided that it may be time to put Lab Notes on hiatus for a while.

I have one more episode in mind for my ongoing serialized story “The Tattoo Girl,” and I’ll write and post that episode in the next couple of weeks. To you: my blogging community members and those who have faithfully and enthusiastically read my work on Lab Notes, THANK YOU! You have been extraordinarily inspiring to me and my writing. I hope to rejoin you again in the future, with more stories, more reflections, more poetry, if possible. Have a wonderful end-of-August, and keep writing!

Very best regards,

Theresa (“Lab Notes” blogger)

Night Time

Some of my favorite blogging writers occasionally dip into their early work. It’s always so intriguing to get an “early look” at a favorite writer’s work, isn’t it? Here’s one of my favorites!

I hope you enjoy it – and perhaps you’ll be inspired to reblog one of your early pieces; I’d love to read it!

Theresa Barker - Lab Notes


the moon
the neighbor’s air conditioner
a passing truck
the car alarm in the mini-mart parking lot on the corner
the street light out front
conversation of two passers-by
helicopters overhead
a police siren
angry shouts
screeching brakes

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