the writer

IMG_7973he is in the happiest place on earth.

moving from one line to another, there are what feel like hours of tedium peppered with moments of joy and happiness with the people he loves. he is standing in yet another line, surrounded by the faces of strangers, all cheerful and excited, with the ones they love, here in the happiest place on earth.
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Scene Stealers, Number Two

coyoteAnna watched the sun come up for the fifth day in a row. Sleep had eluded her since the accident. The insect sounds she recalled from her childhood were absent. The silence was deafening. There was nothing out here. She didn’t know how their car had gone this far off the road. The last thing she remembered was fumbling with her phone as she drove, sending a text to her mother, letting her know they were on their way, and then she no longer had control of the car.

Turning her head was painful, but she periodically looked over at John. The entire right side of his face was blackened from his head smacking into the passenger window as they had left the road. He didn’t seem to be cognizant of what had happened or where they were. Even though she tried to ask him how he was doing, her voice, weak with exhaustion and hunger, would barely make a sound. She tried to clear her throat, but the force it took to raise enough breath left her head spinning again.

As her vision settled, she turned to look out her shattered window. Two coyotes were both looking at her, each with their head cocked at an angle. Slowly, the pair turned their heads in the opposite direction of each other, their eyes never leaving hers.

John gasped sharply, coughed and then sighed slowly. She rotated her head again to see if he was coming around, but he was still unresponsive. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of motion. Turning back, there were now four coyotes looking at her. They were closer now to the broken driver’s window. Each head tilted opposite of one another, they didn’t appear to blink at all. They were waiting.

Back in December, I had posted another Scene Stealers entry as an exercise in creativity. This is the entry for ANOTHER one from their archives.

The rules are as follows;

  • You must use the exact wording provided by the site’s editors.
  • Your scene/story must be 300 words or less.
  • Your work must be original and not previously published.

The sentences provided were “Anna watched the sun come up for the fifth day in a row. Sleep had eluded her since the accident.”

I just “built” around that. What’s funny is that I was listening to Marc Streitenfeld’s score to “The Grey” while writing this.


I’m Still Here, I promise.

no time iconThings have gotten busy lately. Not in a bad way, mind you. I’ve started taking courses on Coursera, which is a fantastic site if you’ve never seen it before. I continue to tinker around with one particular story that I haven’t made public yet. I’m actually trying to get it publish-worthy before submitting to a local short story contest (first price is $250!). I am in now way attempting to delude myself into thinking I could win first prize (or even second or third, ha!), but a deadline may be the impetus I need to complete this particular story. Once it’s been submitted and I’m “allowed” to make it public, it will be right here on this blog.

I’ve had a few people ask about my Rider story. It’s far from done, that’s for sure. I’ve started it out and now I’m rethinking the format of the story. I would like to, if at all possible, make IT into something publish-worthy as well. I have an overall story arc to it that I’m very excited about but need to sit down and sink some more time into it. If you’re interested, I wrote up The IT Guy a few years back. That’s up to eighteen chapters and might keep you busy for a bit.

Well, this is a bit of a “meta” blog posting, but I didn’t want my last post up here to be on depression. 🙂 Yes, I wrote it to get some things off my chest but this blog isn’t all about sadness. It’s about writing! Whether it’s humorous or a bit deeper, I’ll keep on keeping on.

Thanks for stopping by.

Getting the milk for free?

Profits in the bagsI have been writing for just about as long as I can remember. There are millions of words out there that I’ve laid down, some public and some not. As I come into my late 30s I realized that I have never made a dime off the stuff that is bouncing around inside of my head. My wife has asked me over the last couple of years, jokingly, when I am going to publish a novel so we can retire and live off royalties. On the one hand, I am a bit of a dreamer, but on the other I am a realist. I am aware that the writing market is saturated with people who think that others want to hear what they think, maybe even NEED to hear what they think, and they’re willing to charge a fee for those thoughts

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A Mission Statement

j_maguireOne of the oddest things about writing is how often random ideas for writing will pop into my head. In this day and age, our electronic doo-dads can be both a blessing AND a curse. Yes, they are incredibly distracting and have left us with little to no social interaction skills, but on the other hand, sites/applications like Evernote and Springpad make it simple to get a thought down almost instantaneously, even with no pen or paper handy. Have your smartphone or tablet handy? Sweet, you can get down your idea and it will sync almost immediately! Continue reading A Mission Statement

Pima Writer’s Forum – Tucson

writing-campSo earlier this month I signed up for a membership on to see about maybe connecting with other writers in the area. Tonight was the first meeting I attended and I really enjoyed the hour I spent with these folks. We turned a twenty-minute writing exercise into about forty-five minutes of writing and ended up banging out some pretty good stuff. I had to leave early so unsure how much everybody else got done, but I rambled on about two different subjects (which I’ll “transpose” below from my handwritten stuff). Continue reading Pima Writer’s Forum – Tucson