The Memory

155411_3429729176831_1646262297_nRecently, I’ve been asked about research, and I thought to share a little from behind the veil.

Research often takes me to deep dark places, and it is through writing that I am able to balance it all out and get some perspective. I never talk about the cases on which I’ve worked due to confidentiality. I never express the burden that I often carry home witnessing human tragedy, for this is the burden I’ve chosen to carry, in hopes of helping those without a voice. But tonight, my research has made remember the face of someone I can never seem to forget. It’s interesting how people who you never knew in life, can touch you in their death.

Years have passed and I choose to remember.

Often, during the quiet moments, I reflect and remember those long gone. I don’t focus on the trauma, or pain, but try to remember their names, and faces. To remember them and hope that now they are now at peace, and honor the memory that they left behind.

It is the least I can do . . .



Honorable Mentions on Thursday Threads

There is something validating when one receives a reward for writing fiction. Recently, I was a judge on Thursday Threads, and after some encouragement from Siobhan Muir, I decided to try my hand at flash fiction. Trust me when I say writing a complete story in less than 250 words is difficult, but I wanted to give it a try.

honorable mentionsThe prompt was enticing: Let them work or starve… of course it was up to each individual writer to come up with the particulars of use. The image that popped in my head was of Marie Antoinette and the famous quote misattributed to her, “Let them eat cake.”

My tale quickly took on a dark and twisted turn as the tale shifted from Marie Antoinette to a darker version of Snow White and the 7 Dwarves, and the story was to be told from one to the dwarves’ point of view… and so began the beginning of the fun! 

The judge, S.J. Maylee called it, “deliciously eerie. *shivers*”

Here is the tale, “Deep in the Mine” below:

“Let them work or starve!” My beloved’s shrill voice sliced through the grim and darkness of the mine.

Three of my brothers succumbed today, dropping our numbers to seven. But at least they were free.

Free to dance, marry and sing. Free to dream. Free to live. Free to love.

I shuddered at that notion, as my pickaxe hacked into the rock, mining for gems, and desiring so much more than what she gave me.

Maybe the witch was right. Maybe all she needed was something different, something to make her remember the life above ground, with its nature and bounty.

The whistle sounded, and I couldn’t help but reach into my pocket to once again touch the smooth red apple hidden away.

Today, she’ll awaken to my love.

In line, I tapped my foot and waited with the others to show my gem-crusted harvest.
Finally, it was my turn.

She cast a scathing glance at the gems in the metal bucket, but came alive at the sight of my apple.

I watched her palm its firmness. Bringing it to her mouth, her pout puckered, and as juice dripped from the corners of her lips, she beamed.

For one brief moment, I could only imagine her response belonging to me, as well as her fleeting touch.

Before I could utter words about her striking beauty, I watched her limbs stiffen, her eyes roll. Her breathing stop.

A smile curved my lips.

Dwarves work hard, but love even harder.

@TinaGlasneck 248 words

I’m super happy about this great honor, and I can’t wait to try again soon!




Judging Thursday Threads

11063022_407156959463829_1473493150_nI love stories, and when a story drags you in or makes you have a visceral reaction, you have to take notice. This week at Siobham Muir’s blog, I had the honor of judging this week’s flash fiction stories on Thursday’s Threads.

What a talented bunch! Each of the stories brings something new and different to the page, be it a chuckle from the humor, intrigue and a desire to read more, or just a liking of the author’s writing voice.

When I judge a story, it is not about grammar or even story structure, but about story — if the story draws me in and makes me want to read it, if it hooks me, then for me it is one of those stories that rises to the top.

This week’s authors did just that, and they made the choosing of the winner and finalists a not-so-easy task.

Well, enough of me talking about the great stories. Head on over and check them out, and see if you agree with my assessment.

A super thanks to Siobhan Muir for her hospitality and for letting me do what I love — reading great stories!

Happy Friday!





Expo Happiness

(from Left to Right -- Leah St. James, Elvy Howard, Mollie Cox Bryan

Strumpets in attendance (from left to Right) Leah St. James, Elvy Howard, Mollie Cox Bryan (T&S Stumpet friend), Tina Glasneck, and Denise Golinowski (not pictured).

Events are great opportunities to meet readers face to face and to hear their enthusiasm. Saturday marked my third year appearing at the My Time Women’s Show in Hampton, Virginia.

My Time Women's Show Flyer from 2015

My Time Women’s Show Flyer from 2015

A rainy, cold morning, with water blowing sideways, it didn’t put a damper on what would be a great day.  What a blast!

I wish I had a camera feed to show you snippets from conversations, jokes, and discussions that took place at my table and in the booth. The Tea & Strumpets booth, a blog group of authors of which I am also a member, came together and decided to again participate as a vendor at the expo.

It was a joy to speak with others in the criminal justice field, network with readers and lovers of books, and of course see faces I’ve come to know over the past two years. Writing can be a lonely career, but I’m happy to be able to follow my dreams, and have people who believe in my work.

One of the most interesting conversations stemmed from someone inquiring about how I did my research. My response, “I live it.” My answer coincided with a hearty chuckle. I love being a paralegal and I love being an author.

Although sore afterwards, it was wonderful to be there and I can’t wait to see everyone again next year.