Tag: writing

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

Night of the Hell Hounds, Story 2023-0329

Those of you who know my books and have followed my previous blog know that my “Ghost Dogs” short story, which I featured last week, became the basis for my “Night of the Hell Hounds” stories. Recently, I found an older version of “Night of the Hell Hounds” that features Vree Erickson as a teenage … Continue reading Night of the Hell Hounds, Story 2023-0329

Ghost Dogs, Story 2023-0320

Many years ago I wrote a story for a high school English class. My teacher helped me to understand story structure the best she could, but it was enough to create an aha moment that aroused my interest in writing more stories. The more stories I wrote, the more my interest in the craft grew. … Continue reading Ghost Dogs, Story 2023-0320

My Birthday

It’s my birthday today. I spent most of the day relaxing, then opened some gifts. Cake and ice cream are on the dinner’s dessert menu. I unearthed some old birthday posts from my past blogs no longer on the Internet, and decided to share a couple here. From February 10, 2019: “Birthdays and Life” Today’s … Continue reading My Birthday

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

Being a Self-Published Author

Not that I never tried to become a published author in the traditional sense, but I’m too impatient to wait for something I can do myself. After all, I self-published my first short story in book form when I was fourteen. Ten years later, I self-published my own comic book. By the time I was … Continue reading Being a Self-Published Author