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I have been missing. Not physically, because apparently I am sitting here typing this right now. Not now as when all three of you are reading this, but now as when I am writing this. Sorry to get all weird there in an opening sentence, but life is a bit jumbled these days.

Between starting a new job, subsequently quitting said job because of finding a better job, assimilating myself into a new work environment that is completely foreign to me, AND preparing for Finals week at school…..life has been busy.

Sadly a result of life being busy is that I have had zero time to blog or even write for my own enjoyment. Summer is headed my way. A job with normal, daytime hours as opposed to three 12-hour days where I went a few week waking up Sunday afternoon and not sleeping until Tuesday afternoon (that was fun and not fun at the same time) means that I will be able to write more. I am excited about having a bit more free time. Multiple stories flowing around in my melon. A work-in-progress novel I would like to see past Chapter 5 where it is patiently resting is on my agenda. I also want to get more involved with flash fiction around the various author blogs.

So, if you are one of the handful of people that take the time to read my ramblings; I miss you too. I will see you soon. I hope you have missed me as much as I have missed you.


Cracks – original fiction

This is a story I wrote for a class I’m taking. I was happy with how it was received.



An amber mix of melted ice and whiskey slowly spun circles in my glass. Three tiny chunks of ice floated around the whirlpool I created. With eyes squinted, I downed the last third of my drink. Those tiny icebergs cooled my throat, combatting the whiskey as it tried to burn away my pain. A gasp escaped my lips as I remembered why I don’t drink often.

The now empty glass slammed onto the dark wooden bar louder than I meant. It echoed across the polished boards, drawing the attention of the woman seated next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed her head turn towards me, and the smell of her perfume followed her gaze. The sweet scent of a familiar fragrance that sparked a distant memory. A memory of the first kiss Linda and I shared more than twenty-five years ago. Continue reading

The Interview (fiction)

Hi all.

This is an exert from a larger piece I am working on. Warning! This section is dialogue intensive. I mean, it is almost all a conversation. It is a small part of a larger story that is vague on purpose. I also wrote this severely out of context with the rest of the piece. It was a conversation I want the protagonist to have, however I think I went a little overboard on the conversation. There has been ZERO editing. In fact, I wrote it, then only skimmed it for a re-read.

Now thinking about it, I have WAY too many half-started, unfinished projects. I have read this is a common issue among writers. I am piddling along on all of them at random times hoping one of them will smack me in the face and scream, “I am your number one priority!”

Alas, hope someone out there enjoys

The Interview Continue reading

Fear of Dying part 1 (fictional story)

Fear of Dying

“What is it Juliette?” the instructor asked the young one.

“Why do the Dumb Ones outside the walls look so different from us?”

“Interesting question Juliette. However, are you simply trying to distract me from grading your quiz?”

“Of course I am,” the child answered truthfully.

The instructor waved long-fingered hands in front of the holoscreen to dismiss it. A small opening appeared below the instructor’s work space. The carbon-plasteel desk automatically folded in on itself. As the various struts and supports folded and tucked against each other, the entire desk slowly sank into the opening until it disappeared. A small pop and the opening closed seamlessly in the floor as if it had never appeared.

The instructor now stood alone before the entire class. Scanning the eager faces of the classroom the instructor smiled with contentment. The overwhelming desire for knowledge has already replaced the base primal emotions of youth. The id repression has begun. At such a young age the dorsal ridge along the frontal cortex cranium is under developed. They are after all only four years old.   Continue reading

When the Words Don’t Work

Recently I have taken some time off from my little rambling blog of thoughts, angers, frustrations, lessons, and whatnot. First, was some much needed downtime with my wife to recharge life. It was great beyond words. My most recent break from blogging was to work on my book. I needed to devote some serious time and effort into the project. A few side projects of short fiction from time to time to break the monotony but overall, time was spent completely focusing on my book.

Everything was going great. A few chapters flowed with such ease that I became cocky. I edited some of what I wrote. Had a few online readers beta read some of it, with happy results. Minor tweaks and I was happy. Others were happy. Continue reading

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