publication elation…

I’m still in state of shock, though thankfully it’s diminishing over time or else I wouldn’t be able to function at work. The short story I submitted to eFiction Magazine was accepted and will be a part of the April 2012 issue! It’s awesome enough that my story will be featured in this magazine, but even more awesome is the …

which way do I go george, which way do I go…

I talk to myself. Not in the crazy-person sort of way (but isn’t that just what a crazy person would say?). I had a blazing good idea for my next story and cranked out a few paragraphs of genius. Then…well…the tap began to run slowly and my brain started to fill up with murky water, as if my synapses were …

put it away 'til you're old and gray…

Well, maybe not that long. A few days ago, I was “correcting” items in my latest short story when something hit me – I was losing myself in the trees of this beautiful forest I’d been planting. By taking an axe to some branches here and some stumps there, I was doing harm and anyone in an airplane looking down …

craft, she be a fickle beast…

Craft is a funny thing (I hesitate to call my writing art)… The ebb and flow of creativity drives me insane since it’s so tightly coupled with motivation. No good ideas, no desire to write. The writing becomes a chore and my wife will happily vent to you about my track record on those. To me, the whole system is …

Search and Destroy

Thwomp! Smack! “Your hands! Pick up your hands! You’re leaving your face exposed like a goddamn idiot.” Smash!  Whap… “Throw harder! What, are you out on a leisurely stroll picking delicate little pansies for your boyfriend?” Slap… Squish… “Don’t hold back on me or I’ll make you regret it!” The old man was spitting breathlessly, squinting at the fighter through …

physically fit to be tied…

I promised myself I’d finish my workout. I really hate it when I let myself down. Here I am, halfway through and ready to puke. Give up? Yeah! Wait. No! I can do this. Don’t be a wimp. But I am a wimp! Well, then in that case. And somehow I find myself transported from the gym to my living …

Inked

Based on Chuck Wendig’s 12/1/2011 Flash Fiction Friday. King Snurl wasn’t what anyone would classify as a genius. He was no idiot, but what he lacked in book smarts was more than made up for in charisma and a passion for his beliefs. With regard to how others should be treated, he absolutely knew what was right and what was …

750 words….

I recently came across 750words.com, a nerd-enhanced and up-to-date implementation based on an old concept from The Artist’s Way. Without rehashing in detail what you can already read on their website, the idea is to spit out at least 750 words (approximately 3 pages) of whatever crosses your mind, typically as a morning exercise. It’s akin to hiring Molly Maid …

it's who you know…

Well, I now have two (very) short stories under my belt. I feel like this is progress, because this time last year, that number was hovering around, oh…. zero. I’m not sure where my next project will take me, but I can say that practice makes perfect. I feel like I did a better job of writing my last story, …

Apex

As a series of rocks tumbled down the slope, a cloud of gray dust ascended and collapsed quickly due to the thin air. A small wolf spider scrambled to avoid certain death, or at least a very bad day. Michael had been stuck in this spot for at least twenty minutes and had little to show for his progress.  He …