I'm an aspiring writer. That means I'm just a guy who hasn't written anything yet.
But I'm trying.
I wrote a short story in sixth grade, and since then, nothing. As a teenager, I was too busy with girls, baseball and pot (hey, it was the 70's...). Then I joined the service, and married a gal who thought creative writing was for homos. My mother dismissed my low-paying newspaper job as "that writing thing" (even waving her hand dismissively when she said it. Really).
The newspaper job made way for law school (I consider this my mid-life crisis), which in turn turned into a short-lived career as an attorney. Neither left time for the creative arts.
After burning out on law, I made my way back to the military (they have much better health care and retirement plans than my civilian careers). Somewhere along the way, my creative itch got buried. Deep.
So now, approaching middle-age my youngest children in high school, a couple of years away from retirement from my real job, it's as good a time as any to see if I have any talent. My current wife (#2) is supportive (ok, tolerant), and there's a brother who's an enthusiastic cheerleader. That's all the encouragement I really need.
I've joined a few writing websites, and am still looking for a writer's group to join. Feedback from online writing prompts has been generally positive (like I said, a little motivation goes a long way).
So this little blog here will be my public experiment. Some reflections, a book review here and there, comments on things learned along the way, and an occasional piece of original writing. I welcome feedback and constructive criticism.
Now on with the show...
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Category Archives: Fiction
While I’m not about to quit my day job, I’ve been able to crank out a few pieces that editors have been able to stomach. So far, I’ve had a few short stories printed in Gonzo Today, a (fantastic) online publication promoting new … Continue reading
It was a dark and stormy night. I sat in the den, in an overstuffed recliner, another bourbon in hand. It’d been a week since Eleanor died, suddenly. She said she didn’t feel well and went upstairs to rest. … Continue reading
Edgar lay paralyzed on the rainforest floor; the wasp’s poison worked quickly. He had separated from his group not half an hour before. University researchers, they entered the jungle searching for new species. Frustrated with the group’s slow pace, he … Continue reading
Kitty woke up alone and washed down the day’s first Prozac with a supple ’59 Bordeaux. She carried the bottle with her out to the veranda, where she sat for hours and stared out into the garden. At about noon, … Continue reading
The railroad manager studied the boy who barged in asking for a job. He needed a brakeman, but the coupling and uncoupling of railroad cars was dangerous work, and the kid looked too young, too green, for the job. As … Continue reading
Constable Pickwick poked his head into the laboratory. “Any answers yet?” Professor Englebert Willoughby looked up from his microscope. “Well, the shell lodged in the deceased’s ear canal is a bivalve from the order Verbarostracoidea. They’re common worldwide. But you … Continue reading
This afternoon, a member of my writing group (ok, not my group, by I do belong to it) posted a question for the other members: What would your main character order on his/her pizza? My first thought was ‘what a … Continue reading
Tommy hit the pause button on the remote and looked at his friend. “You wanna know why I can’t keep a girlfriend? Ask my mom.” He picked up his beer and took a drink. “Lemme tell you something. When I … Continue reading
Cheng stared down at Li. Moments ago they were breaking ground, throwing their pickaxes into the hardened earth. Then his friend collapsed. He lay there, eyes open, flies walking across his face. Above, the desert sun sank lower towards the … Continue reading