Florence E. Carol

So, you want to be a writer?

Great! I’m here to help you hone your craft.
Welcome to “Friday Friend”, a writing craft series I started in 2013, now migrating to my substack for you to peruse in all its glory. Without further ado…

I’m bringing all my sass to #thelibraryofcongress National Book Festival. My fellow #writers and #bookworms, which writers/panels are you excited about? #writingcommunity

You’ve poured hours into your story—but writing the book is just the beginning.
Publishing takes strategy, not just storytelling.
Follow for tips to grow your #writing + reach your readers. Let’s build something unforgettable—together. 💫
florenceecarol.substack.com

#skywrites #writersofbluesky

First #podcast is LIVE. Join me on Substack as I document the days leading up to my #thesis reading.

My Poem is Published In 2024, I submitted a poem for publication. It was accepted and now…It’s LIVE!!! *screams in freeverse*

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#writesky #booksky #poetry

It’s LIVE!!! *screams in freeverse*

Check out my #poem in 1807, Issue 6. www.umaryland.edu/arts-council...

I am still trying to grasp the reality of this moment. It feels surreal.

This is for all the girls I’ve been and for future me, (hello!) a phoenix rising.

#writing #poetry #writesky

Current Issue The University of Maryland, Baltimore (UMB) is the state’s public health, law, and human services university devoted to excellence in professional and graduate education, research, patient care, and p...

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I wrote a little #poem, sent it out into the world and…it’s #published!

Linkin Park was right: “the hardest part of ending is starting again”.
But…what are we to hold on to? What to let go? The fear? The violent rhythm? The emptiness heralding the end? The voice like an invisible thread one octave from disappearing? The evanescence of hope?
To what end do we wait?

This #presidentaldebate: “Your honor, I’m not a billionaire. I’m just a millionaire!”

New here? “Follow me & find out my sarcastically, witty, hidden depths?” Do I even have depths? Am I not just an amalgamation of tics, fond mimicry, philosophical muses, & promises broken before my birth? Are we not processes? Functional units which cease to function when removed from our habitats?

Darling, you look familiar, but I think that's the illusion of memory.

.10/25/16