Category: Writing

A look at my writing process, my poetry, and the process of self-publishing my books, as well as discussing my fictional rural town Ridgewood and the characters who live there.

Vree’s Beginnings Again, 2

Today, I’m presenting another edited repost from my old blog Vree Erickson. (Vree is a character that appears in many of my stories.) In the last post about Ridgewood and Vree Erickson, I introduced the character, Nick Corwin. He was the result of a high school creative writing assignment that developed into a short story … Continue reading Vree’s Beginnings Again, 2

Vree’s Beginnings Again, 1

This is an edited repost from my old blog Vree Erickson, in which I discussed some of Vree’s backstory. (Vree is a character that appears in many of my stories.) In the beginning, Vree lived on Myers Ridge in Ravenwood, Pennsylvania. I created Ravenwood when I was 13 and thought it was a cool spooky … Continue reading Vree’s Beginnings Again, 1

Re-Introducing Vree

A year ago this month, I began a blog called Vree Erickson. It was about a recurring main character from my years as an author of Fantasy/Sci-Fi stories. That blog preceded this one by three months. It was short-lived in favor of blogging about more than Vree and my writing endeavors. In the first post … Continue reading Re-Introducing Vree

An Easter Passing, Poem 2023-0409

The light of a hot Sunday sun reflected off brick buildings and mirrored from a parkway where a hospital sits deep brown and yellow in its last degree fading like the old woman inside dying with a smile on her face happy to be leaving. But I with a burlesque smile am sad to watch … Continue reading An Easter Passing, Poem 2023-0409

Melted Ice, Poem 2023-0407

Night in the city has a strange sound The way roof ice speaks before it melts, Pools down, Rushes gutters, Raises the river’s rage below me. Melted ice flows over my boot tops, Down interwoven streets with city signs that claim they take us to Somewhere, Anywhere, Everywhere that is nowhere If you choose to … Continue reading Melted Ice, Poem 2023-0407

Watching Foxes, Poem 2023-0206)

This is an old post from February 2011. Words awoke me the other morning, repeating in my mind loudly, obtrusive. At 4:27, I snapped on my lamp and scribbled them down. Faces sharp Red coal eyes Gold afire Watching Waiting I tried to remember the dream that had birthed those words, but it had vanished. … Continue reading Watching Foxes, Poem 2023-0206)

On Writing Stories

I started writing fiction when I was nine. But I didn’t write what I considered “serious fiction” until I was fourteen. They were baseball stories about the struggles, triumphs, and defeats of the game. There were no personal struggles in those stories that went beyond a weak pitcher trying to defeat a strong lineup of … Continue reading On Writing Stories