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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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
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
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
“Well, that was horrible,” said Maggie McClure, the quarterback’s mother, as she watched the crowd make its way to the snack bar. “They couldn’t even come close to scoring.” “I don’t know why you’d think they would. They haven’t scored … Continue reading
Bob wiped the remaining shaving cream from his face and leaned in towards the mirror. He studied his cheeks, which remained their youthful chubbiness well into adulthood. His greying hair was thinning. Eyes which had once drawn compliments for their … Continue reading
A bow festively pinned to his shirt, Chester lay under the tree and put a gun to his head. Merry Christmas, baby.
The teenage boy who was stacking books stopped to watch the old man in the travel section. It was normal for customers to pull books from the shelves and read the jackets or check the cost, but not this man. … Continue reading
I rest my cheek against the cold Greyhound window and stare into the Mojave night. Cacti and yuccas roll past, crisply outlined in the starlight. The bus rumbles steadily east, and vibrations make their way up from the road through … Continue reading
It took two weeks – an hour here, a few minutes there, a heroic amount of self-control and restraint, but I finally completed an entire story. My first full story in 40 years. Wow, does it suck. In housing terms, … Continue reading