Wait a minute, I’ve been here before. It’s not just the familiar smell of taquitos cooking in corn oil or the crisp smell of lime squeezed over a paper bowl of pozole. Nor is it the effortless Spanish voices behind… Read More ›
why i write
It Goes With Saying
Why do we say “needless to say,” only to follow with the unneeded? [eD note: this is, perhaps, not the most judicious edit of “needless to say,”] I need to say, as of late, I’m exhausted. This might be the… Read More ›
Now What? Bet a Reader Knows.
Now what? I’ve handed off my manuscript, Rolling for Coal, to a few highly capable beta readers. Part of me wants to gulp and say, Fate rests in their hands. Everything from this point on, it’s up to them. But… Read More ›
A Moment Recognized
As someone who writes (I am serving a self-imposed probation against calling myself a “writer”), there is nothing better than recognizing a moment while it is happening. Images tend to burn into my mind and tangential thoughts weave into common… Read More ›
I’ve Got Nothing
The particulars of my life have completely changed over the course of the last few weeks. I have finally carved out some time to write and I’m shocked, all I really want to say is I’ve got nothing. But how… Read More ›
I Know You Aren’t But What Am I Not?
I found shadows while revising my book: Shadows weren’t where they should have been. Have you looked for shadows, only to find something else instead? I know it’s a strange concept, but something I used in my writing to show… Read More ›
Kool Challenge: Look Back at Look
My friend over at Read Tom Lucas recently posted a great response to a writing challenge (to see where this idea originated, go here): Find the first use of the word “look” in your manuscript and post the surrounding couple… Read More ›
Words in Spirals
Today is a good day. My fellow blogger JellyPom included me among her list of blogs for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. First and foremost, thank you (I will pass along the award in another post)! When dudes are jumping out of… Read More ›
My Turn, Style!
The first problem was I was nearly out of time. I was Harrison Ford, sans the tweed, and I ran towards my only option. Home. The obstacles were countless, so when I found an opening that increased my odds to… Read More ›
Sometimes I’m Write
Somewhere between Paris and London, I reached the halfway point revising my book, Rolling for Coal. I say somewhere because I honestly had no idea where I was. At one point I told my wife that I was almost home,… Read More ›