Posts Tagged ‘blogging’

In Which I Interview Myself

Posted by melissa kandel on January 15, 2018 in Personal | 11 Comments

Hello. My apologies for the hiatus, I haven’t forgotten about you, life has been busy and honestly, little word studio has always been this place of uber-creativity for me and I haven’t felt all that inspired to write something worthy of this blog. The plan for little word studio in 2018, just so you know, […]

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Featured Friday: Slasher Mag

Posted by melissa kandel on October 23, 2015 in Interview, On Writing | No Comments

Like James Dean in a perfectly worn leather jacket, Slasher Mag defines cool. The online publication has a certain je ne sais quoi that is hard to describe but, with a quick glance at some recent Slasher posts, easy to understand. (Bonus: Editor-In-Chief Elodie Parthenay’s Instagram gives the most seriously chic vibes.) So, when Slasher published my article about […]

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Featured Friday: Juliet Meeks Design

Posted by melissa kandel on September 25, 2015 in Featured Friday, Interview | No Comments

I had the pleasure of meeting designer Juliet Meeks at a cozy little place called Instagram. Juliet runs a series on her design-inspired – and visually stunning! – blog called “Creative Convos,” featuring one artist, copywriter, graphic designer and now … this writer. I was thrilled to answer Juliet’s questions about how I got started with little word […]

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THE CASE OF THE MISSING VEUVIAN COLPETTA [Part Three]

Posted by melissa kandel on September 21, 2014 in Fiction | 2 Comments

Another white wine, chilled so her fingers ran down the glass to clear away a light layer of frost. How he knew – when she didn’t say – that she only drank Sauvignon Blanc could’ve been a mystery worthy of Premier Private Detective investigation but something about a missing painting or a dangerous message or a knife made for […]

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THE WHISPERS OF WHEAT

Posted by melissa kandel on August 9, 2014 in Fiction | 1 Comment

“I wake up every morning and say to myself, ‘Son of a bitch, I’m still alive.’” It was the farmer, John Dittlesby, who said this between falsetto snivels of his wicker rocking chair. Before that he sat in silence, staring at an upturned floorboard on the porch that wrapped a dilapidated half-circle around Dittlesby Ranch. “Well, […]

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