Today, I thought I would take this time to write about why I want to be an author.  It’s not a dream everyone has, and it certainly is an extraordinary amount of added pain and work.  So many who walk…

I’ve really enjoyed practicing the art of the short story.  It’s definitely different from normal writing, in that I’m constricted to only about a thousand words to tell an entire story, introduce all the characters, give the appropriate setting, and…

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. -Ernest Hemingway Today, I do not feel like an author.  Nor do I feel like a very inventive man.  It’s hard for me to…

So far, I’ve written two short stories.  The first story about a man or woman who lay dying at the end of a lost space battle was an excellent exercise for growth of character without direct references to gender, appearance,…

I have had a pretty rough weekend.  I helped a friend move for 5 hours in 100+ degree weather.  I missed another friends birthday party due to the promise to help move which was made before the party was a…

The last short story I did was a melancholy sci-fi tale where I attempted to keep the protagonist gender neutral and told the story of the aftermath of a losing battle.  It was an incredibly fun exercise, and it was…

This post has been delayed, due to a few factors outside of my control.  I do apologize for that, part of what I’ve wanted to accomplish with this blog is a sense of consistency.  However, not every day will work…

As this blog is a chance for me to simultaneously give myself a purpose and structure for daily writing exercises, it stands to reason that some of the days need to be devoted to just that: writing. So, without further…

Yet another confession: I’m a night owl.  Through and through.  I wince at the early morning sunshine.  Morning people disturb me greatly, and I always seem to do my best thinking when the sun has set.  And yet… it’s not…

I do not feel like writing today.  I am upset at all the things my day job does wrong.  Upset at all the ways that I have to cover myself in the event something goes belly-up.  All the ways that…