I tell myself it’s not a race towards a jolly laugh, yet I feel the pace quicken. Call it the mid-thirties, or maybe it’s just that choices have presented themselves. Whether it’s my youth that disappears with each step or… Read More ›
why i write
California One (A Short Story)
“There’s at least fifty ways to forgive your mother,” said Stitches, “and I bet you haven’t tried a single one of them.” Below them, the number one bus released air and lowered its door to the curb. Charlie let gravity… Read More ›
The Night Was Sid Vicious
I wish I was a rock star. To call it a breakthrough, may be a little on the dramatic side. But it’s something, a moment of clarity, a way to explain why my mind takes the inputs from my senses… Read More ›
The Flying Curtain
The flimsy blue curtain dangled loose from its Velcro snap. I caught a glimpse of the other side as it swayed with the turbulence. Between waves of blanket blue, I spied warm peanuts and champagne. The curtain separated two classes…. Read More ›
Mailboxed-In, A Short Story
It had taken nearly an hour to write and only one second to drop. It was decided, and it was the way it had to be. From the small table, next to a faded green plastic cactus, I could see… Read More ›
Of Blade and Valor
Inspiration comes in infinite packages. It’s a good thing, too, since fortune is a measurement of our choices. From athletes and laureates to three-legged dogs, my neck doesn’t have to strain too hard to find a helpful nugget of you-can-do-this…. Read More ›
Mailbox: It Gives me Flings
I sat alone and thought about my characters – you know, the growing population of make-believe people that hang out in my mind. More specifically, I thought about creating some “real characters” to mix things up in the ‘ole noggin. … Read More ›
Treat Myself Write
I know the secret to writing. No, it’s not a strong hook, creating unforgettable characters, or even mastering the narrative craft. These things help, of course. As does an in-depth dissection of The Fugitive and Casablanca. But the secret for… Read More ›
Write City, Without Words
Sound City, directed by David Grohl, documents the infamous and turbulent times of the now defunct recording studio of the same name. Let me just say, it’s an incredible film (if I get a hankering, I may post a review). … Read More ›
In Not so Many Words – Beta Readers Respond
“The end.” I pecked at each letter with an unnatural purpose, leaving just enough pause between each tap to prolong the moment. With all the sustain I could wrangle out of the plastic keyboard, I watched the final period come… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 