Daniel Stalter
REFLECTIONS ON NANOWRIMO

REFLECTIONS ON NANOWRIMO

by | Dec 2, 2016 | Essays

I wrote on 28 of the 30 days, missing only two days while traveling for Thanksgiving. I will make up for them by continuing to write for at least the first 2 days of December. It’s still my most consistent showing yet in the four years I have attempted NaNoWriMo. My...
SOMETIMES I DON’T MIND

SOMETIMES I DON’T MIND

by | Dec 6, 2013 | Essays

I celebrated New Years 2011 with a kiss. I was in love for the first time in my life. Not infatuated, but actually in love – with someone who changed the way I thought about that over-used, intangible word. Blair was poet and a musician. He had a voice that could fill...
WHAT STARTED AS A WHISPER SLOWLY TURNED INTO A SCREAM

WHAT STARTED AS A WHISPER SLOWLY TURNED INTO A SCREAM

by | Jul 23, 2013 | Essays

July 23, 2011.   My sister and I went to catch a matinee of The Deathly Hollows – Part II. As we left the theater, I noticed that you hadn’t called or texted me back. I had grown accustomed to your daily text “Good Morning, Punk,” or some variation. This was when...