Last week, in response to a writing prompt from a recent Hugo House class, I wrote a short essay on the fuel that obsession can provide to one’s writing.

How many times have I killed my mother? In reality, she died once, but if you count every essay and story of mine in which she appears, the woman has expired countless times at my hands…

Read the full piece on Brevity‘s blog: Obsessed: Beneath Every Plot, My Mother Remains.