Casey Costra

Novels, Unique settings, times & places. Real women fighting real issues. WF, YA. Bilingüe. Latest: *Touch* Next: *Marsh Island*

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

"Feeling blue?"
"Yes."
"Any idea why?"
"WIP neglect."
"It's a common malady with a simple cure."
"I know, I know. Pump the keys until the juices flow and I think again in whole sentences, whole paragraphs, whole scenes."
"Yep. Just keep stroking the keys."
#FP

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

I'm a morning person. Or the middle of the night redefined as morning because I won't sleep again. My time for peak creativity. The time for max exposure to my day's hashtag entries. And best time for working on my WIP. I confess to sacrificing my WIP for # whimsy. No more.
#FP

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

Hashtag games, grown so big.
Scores of attempts. I scroll
on forever. Good luck
reading them all. And
writing my own three
steals creativity from
my WIP.

Hashtag games, no longer can
I love thee so.
#FP

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

She set down her tea cup, swept her eyes over the elegant tea set, and said to her host, "My, you do tea-time proper, don't you?"
"That's the game. Take a limited amount of money and use your creativity to live as grand as can."
"Life's scramble as a credo?"
"Exactly."
#1lineWed

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

An old man now, he wore the jeans and tee-shirt uniform of his generation, the one which started out to overthrow the hidden grand hypocrisy of the 1950s and ended up creating the blatant shameless hypocrisy of today.
#1lineWed

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

Unemployed, living in their 1994 Dodge Caravan, he'd start every day with a squeeze of her hand. "Ain't life grand?"
That's what she loved about him--the sweet. sarcastic combo of guts and humor. She'd rather live in a car with him than an apartment with anyone else.
#1lineWed

[K Kibbee @K_Kibbee]

Nothing says 'supportive' like telling your militant father that you're going to pay off your BA in creative #writing with the novel you've been, "holding inside," and hearing... "The only thing inside you worth 25 grand a kidney."
#1linewed
#writerslife
#writersproblems
#VSS365

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

She worked IT, just her and a bunch of guys. Harrassment wasn't a problem. Most of them were more interested in lines of code than in the gender of the coder, which they didn't seem to notice. She was tempted to flirt, but they wouldn't have recognized that either.
#Btr2sDay

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

A lot of IT coders were so into tech, they spent their off hours with the newest hi-tech games. Not George. He drank beer and picked up girls, though unfortunately he had more success drinking than picking.
"Wanna hear the cool coding move I made today?" seldom worked.
#Btr2sDay

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

Others in her profession, usually men, were fixated on technology. The bigger and showier, the better. She liked to work close. A simple throwaway handgun, or even a paring knife, were all the tools she needed. Subtlety, not flash. Effectiveness was all that mattered.
#Btr2sDay

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

She tried to befriend her regret. It was living with her like a roommate, it wasn't going anywhere, and she might as well learn to live with it. In the past she'd tried to argue it away but that hadn't worked and it was time for a new approach.
#MuseMon

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

"Nothing to regret, " he proclaimed repeatedly.
Each time, she was reassured he was neither empty-headed nor evil, but knew damn well he had something to regret. As well he should.
#MuseMon

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

She meditated every morning and tried to be mindful the whole day long and lived in the present moment as best she could, but still the tendrils of regret insisted on creeping out of the crannies of her memories.
#MuseMon

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

We battled with old-fashioned laser swords, their beams reaching out into the infinity of ethereal space. I was as likely to be struck down by a random beam from some far off combatant as I was by the dueling robot I so bravely fought.
#SciFiFri

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

Sometimes I answer the phone to hear some creepy homeless person laboriously work through a script about why I want to give money to some worthy cause. Part of me wants to coach him through his script, but generally I just say no and hang up. My life already has enough drama.
#FP

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

I hear dead people--communicating to me through a phone call recorded long ago about Veterans who will come on an eternal, unchanging tomorrow to pick up my life's detritus. Just bag it up and leave it on the doorstep.
#FP

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

The phone's ID says, "Tampa FL," or "Washington DC" or "New York NY."
When entire large cities call me, the talking will drag out longer than I need, so I don't answer.
The opposite issue, "Private Caller," implies a stranger seeking intimacy. I don't answer those either.
#FP

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

According to her shrink, she had "defiant oppositional disorder," a diagnosis usually reserved for adolescents. She'd had it for at least 50 years, expected to have it as many years as she had left, and was damn proud to learn she had it.
#Thurds

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

"Have you ever entertained the thought of giving up this crazy business?"
"No, though the you're right to call our business mad. Normal people don't paint or write great art. To be good, creative people need a touch of the crazy in them."

#Thurds

[Casey Costra @CaseyCostra]

" Yes, some could call me nuts. I burn out my flame writing books that nobody reads, as the insane Van Gogh spent his life's spirit making paintings that nobody bought."
#Thurds