Hibernating Muse

Summer is the season of writer's block, at least my season of writer's block. Every summer I involuntarily take a break from my almost daily writing habit. I spend the days kicking my hibernating muse in the side only to see it stretch, yawn, scratch its scrabble tiled face - which frankly needs a letter …

The Crash

Here is the second draft of my novel's opening scene. I have called my novel "The Bastion." Chapter 1 The dinning room table took the abuse in stride, as it always did. Dirty dishes and beer cans rattled, and there was a crack somewhere deep in the wood. Jack’s fist stung, but he didn’t give …

On Parallel Structures at the Beginning and End (Especially in the Short Story “Burn”)

Yesterday I read Daniel Swensen's short story, "Burn," and it caused me to think on parallel beginnings and endings. I won't spoil the story for you. It 's a short story, and anything spoilerish would destroy the anticipation. But I will say this: the beginning jolted me into the story, and the end jolted me out. …

Crazy Death

I hear voices in my head. They talk to each other. I live a lot of my life in other worlds, worlds other people can't see, or hear, or touch. I forget about the real world sometimes; so much so I, at times, forget the names of my closest friends. Some might call this schizophrenia, …

Oh, How We Grow.

I woke up this morning somehow knowing how I could re-write a certain story I had written in college. This story, "One Flesh," had been the pride and joy of my Fiction writing class. Well, I thought it was the pride and joy of my Fiction writing class, anyway. It was the story of a …

The Sacrifice

Since Monday, my writing has been sparse...well, honestly, non-nexistent. But! This does not mean I have not been enriching my writing skills. A writer who does not read is like an athlete who does not eat. And thus, I read. Yesterday, I finished "The Stages" by Thom Satterlee. When I reached the book's conclusion I …