Stories Told. Lives Changed.
This week marks one full year of writing and publishing at least one original blog post a week. I’m proud to announce that this act of showing up and writing stands as a personal milestone. See, for years I wanted to be a writer but convinced myself that the time wasn’t right to undertake such an endeavor. So […]
The other night, at a little holiday shindig, I got into a discussion about writing with a Kindly Stranger. When K.S. learned that I write, K.S. engaged me in a spirited exchange about our favorite authors, favorite books and why writing can be as therapeutic as island sand between your toes and an umbrellaed drink in […]
Last Thursday night, after I finished the final edits for “The Day I Learned I Couldn’t Jump (or Learning to Fly)” I couldn’t sleep. While writing that story, I felt like a guest at a reunion of sorts. Bill and Denise and the two chatty Cathys on the treadmill were in attendance. Although brief, it […]
A student recently asked me, “Hey Mr. Armstrong, what do you think about before you write?” I curved my eyebrows inward, adopted a deep, contemplative look, held a silence for a second too long and replied, “Words.” The student rolled their their eyes, shook their head as if to say “Sorry I asked, you pretentious jerk” then […]
WoFo is honored to have writer and teacher Blake Kilgore participate in the “Why I Write” series. Blake’s writing has been featured in various literary magazines such as Stonecoast Review and Forge. Please check out Blake and all his writings at.blakekilgore.com. “Why do I write? I teach history, and this requires me to read stories […]
On May 17th, amidst the buzz of the approaching senior prom, WoFo sponsored a Write-a-Thon at Robbinsville High School . The event attracted thirty-three 12th grade writers. Their mission–in two hours compose an original, personal story which recounts a time where their perspective of themselves or the world at large was challenged. For the contest […]
There are some nights I lie awake wondering how I got here. Not how I physically got into bed (I’m a few years away from that) but how I became a father, a teacher, a writer. I watch the ceiling fan spin, listen to my wife snore and try to comprehend the facts of my […]