Fiction, and other made-up stories
I don’t have much to say today. I sat down yesterday and plotted a few short stories to write over the next few weeks, as well as work on a next novel. My work life has been all-consuming lately. Three straight seventy-hour weeks, but that will abate now. My writing dream began when I was […]
I’ve been very busy at work lately, and accumulating thoughts for my traditional March writing surge! Hoping to relay some great writing news in the next little while – forthcoming! In the meantime, my friend Taryn Ambrose did the following author interview with me. I think it’s somewhat insightful, but more importantly, very funny. Enjoy! […]
I’ve been thinking about the art of writing, where I fit for genre, and what’s next. New Stories No new story this week. It’ll be a while before I post a new one, which doesn’t mean I’m not writing. I am. This week, I got feedback that I couldn’t enter a contest because I don’t […]
Ezra met Sonny at a shit factory. It was the type of place that took shit from sewage plants and mixed it with chemicals and steam, to make a fertilizer. To make shit bio-available to crops, a recycling of human waste to grow food that people would ingest… and turn into more shit. Ezra worked […]
Tomorrow, something new. But for today, this. It’s not new. It’s Hours After You. It’s a few years old, but it’s on my mind:
Here are ten ideas we might have about writers, including the really successful ones, that are probably just not true. Misconceptions about writers are very possible! They write what they know. That’s right, because J.R.R. Tolkien knew a lot of hobbits, and George Lucas encountered many a light sword in his extensive travels upon plant […]
Pt. I is here Pt. II is here “To the last bolt!” says Paul. “The last bolt!” says Chandra. With that, Paul turns the ratchet as Chandra holds the nut in place. The bolt comes out and the final shelf collapses to the ground. They stack it with the rest. “This is honest work,” she […]
The Raised Eyebrow Pt. I The office smelled of cigarettes. On the walls were photos of the machines that the factory made, machines that made other machines. There were also framed certificates of congratulations from government officials, praising the business for what it had accomplished. The door opened. A man in a suit sat down […]
To look at Kartar Jain, you would not know that he was born of rape. His face is like a melon, his lips protrusions of wet fruit, and if there is a pit inside him, it is as soft and pliable as his little limbs and the palette of loose skin that is his belly. […]
This isn’t my real name. It’s not the name I was born with. Not the name people know me by. I’m not a criminal or anything. I haven’t even got embarrassing videos on the internet that I don’t want people to see. In my real life, I’m a professional. I have a good career. I […]
