This past year I've been very fortunate to work quite a lot with Every Day Fiction and their sister site Every Day Poets. The feedback and insight I've received from the site's readers and editors has proved invaluable and has helped me grow in ways for which I'm incredibly grateful. Grown from someone who was half a writer, half an actor into someone who understands herself a little better and is putting all her energy into writing and nearly, finally and good God hopefully finishing up her first novel. 

At first the unfiltered feedback frightened me, but over time (and this was very unlike my experience with acting), I began to welcome the comments. All of them. I really want to know what works and what doesn't, what resonates with people and what leaves people cold. That never happened with acting. With acting I just wanted to be patted on the head and called a good girl.  

Writing is different. Writing makes me better and braver. I'm delighted how the process has pushed me to write about matters outside my comfort zone-- take my latest protagonist for example. He's a 38-year-old alcoholic stuck in the (not-so-distant) past, a Little Italy and a New York City that no longer exist, and his bitterness is consuming him alive. And there's also a dog in the story. A dog who was so real to me I couldn't kill him off... I did in the first draft, but, well... you'll see I hope. And let me know what you think please. Whether you hate it or love it, I'd love to hear why. Thanks for stopping by my site!
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Izzy

Postcard Shorts is a wonderful site for fans of micro fiction. The site only publishes stories so short they could "fit on a postcard"-- so about 250 words or less. I've been exploring the Japanese prose poem form called haibun this summer (more about that here) and challenging myself to describe moments using as few words as possible. My biggest weakness in writing is self-editing. Instead of writer's block I've got the opposite, and it's an affliction just as serious. If Flaubert described good writing as finding "the one precise word" no matter the time or effort involved-- and his efforts involved spending a lot of a time in "the shouting alley" shouting his work aloud to himself-- then I am in trouble. Today I feel like  I've won one battle at least, even if not the war.  My first micro fiction story "Concerning a Lost Balloon" was just published. You can read it here and then enjoy paging through the site. You could spend hours: there are many stories that are like little gems on there, and I'm honored to be included among them.    
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Izzy