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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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
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The coyote – its fur matted, drool trickling from its mouth – crept forward out of the gully’s tall grass toward the unattended toddler in the sandbox. Lester leaned back in his new lawn chair, sipped his beer and watched the … Continue reading
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“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