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Posted on June 14, 2018
With the media filled with horrible events happening all over the world, we feel helpless -- all our efforts to make this world a better place is for nothing. Some of us just give up trying and just fend for ourselves, which is a totally understandable defense mechanism. I'm not quite th…
Posted on June 5, 2018
I wish I could hire someone to play publicist, social media image editor, email coordinator, and all the other roles we play as indie writers to help promote our writing. It's nerve-wracking. But, unfortunately, I don't trust anyone for this. Not yet. Or is it "nerve-racking&qu…
Posted on May 2, 2018
For May's IWSG post, the following question was asked:  "It’s spring! Does this season inspire you to write more than others, or not?" Well, not sure. Let's study the changes that take place when Springtime arrives. 1 - Beautiful Freaking Weather I can literally see blue …
Posted on April 16, 2018
Imagine living for hundreds of years, Growing older and older by the day. When trees grow old and lose all of their leaves, People stop looking their way. Once full of color and the splendor of youth, Loved by people, squirrels and bugs. When trees dry up, we want to chop them down… Inste…
Posted on March 7, 2018
The ugly first draft. Every writer knows it. Every writer hates and loves it. I think I've conquered the journey to arriving at the first draft, and I've learned to celebrate its horrific language and those devious little plot holes. Sometimes I think my psyche is playing with me, putti…
Posted on February 6, 2018
Time for a post for the IWSG blog hop, hosted by Alex Cavanaugh, where writers talk about their insecurities in writing, publishing, and other related topics. For February, the following question was asked:  " What do you love about the genre you write in most often?" Althou…
Posted on February 1, 2018
I've never hated anyone.  I didn't hate my wife when she left me for another man after ten years of marriage. She found someone else who can handle her incessant complaining about me not making enough money, not being good enough, and a ton of other failings. When she divorced me, …
Posted on January 24, 2018
There are many ways to hurt a man, With a fist, a knife, or a gun. There are endless weapons that can be used To cut, bruise and stun. When confronted with an unkind soul, A bully, or an incessant jerk -- Punching him in the face will quiet him today, But tomorrow he's back to work. …
Posted on December 8, 2017
When will this meeting end? Chart after chart after chart -- sales projections, marketing calendars, product lineups -- this is the longest meeting ever. Everyone sitting around this brilliantly white conference table in their uniform white suits is scribbling away on their tablets and tapping on…
Posted on November 12, 2017
Sarah's Mother,  Twenty Four Years Ago  *  * * The phone rings a lot these days, now that my uncle’s doctors have estimated two more months before his body succumbs to the full potency of his cancer. I answer the phone and hear his scruffy voice between coughing fits. “Good morning…
Posted on November 1, 2017
Let me start off by saying that I am not a huge horror genre fan. I don't read or normally write horror, and I never watch horror movies, but whenever Halloween comes around I feel challenged. Can I send chills down a reader's spine? Can I get a reader to shiver? Can I freak them out, ev…
Posted on October 31, 2017
The sun setting at the horizon tells Nina it's time to go. A skinny tail of smoke rises from her cigarette as she takes the last, long toke before rubbing the cigarette butt on top of the black marble tombstone of her husband's last resting place. "I came to say goodbye, Jared…

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