As the current work in progress hurdles toward the end, I’m concentrating on the threads of the main wave. Think of them like the chords played in a rock song. The main weave has to be strong and loud, as there’s no room for any sour notes. Yet there’s something else beneath the surface going
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Have you ever dug up bones? For that matter do you remember the opening scene from that iconic film Jurassic Park? Long before the raptors or the crazy T-Rex begin ripping apart everyone’s lives, the simple and quiet Dr. Grant is sitting on a dig site, playing with a claw and chiding some small boy
Many moons ago I lived on the west side of my hometown, which at the time wasn’t as rough of a neighborhood as it is now. It was filled with middle class, hard-working factory types. Men and women who got up everyday, went to work with the lunch bucket and then came home. I won’t
When people hear that I’m a writer I get a varied amount of reactions. Usually the first few questions are pretty simple, so I’ll go through them here that way if we ever meet you’ll know the answer to them and we can move onto other topics. Q: What kind of stories do you write?
If you’ve crawled around the net this morning you’ve probably already seen the white mask commonly known as the Guy Fawkes mask, synonymous now with the hacker group Anonymous. This mask calls back to V for Vendetta, a movie from recent history where one revolutionary man stood up against a tyrannical British government and
Writing is by its very nature hard, yet it is also simple provided you don’t get in your own way. I find the easiest times for me to start writing is when I’ve done little to prepare myself for the act itself. As if it was the next breath for my body’s internal rhythm clock.
Bradbury had it. King has it. Every writer worth their salt wants to find it, but few do. The ability to turn a phrase and swim through the English language in such a way as to seize the reader’s mind like a vise grip. Every writer’s method varies, in both tempo and tenor. Each take
I’d heard the phrase before. During a childhood far more years ago than I once thought, I heard those words. Go West. After spending several days in the state of Colorado I can report many things for my Midwestern brethren who have not been. It is glorious. Far more that I could have first imagined,
One of these days the books will write themselves. The robots will have analyzed every facet of our brains and they’ll craft the next great literary wonders. Inside their copper and gold neural networks they’ll piece together the best of what humans desire and you’ll have masterpiece after masterpiece to enjoy. Until then, I plan