Where Thoughts Hit the Page
Grave concern spread across the gravedigger’s face. He loved his job digging graves. No one talked to him as he worked. It was perfect… Until his pyromaniac brother opened the crematorium across the street. Suddenly, death did not provide the job security it once did. Continue reading Short Story: A Grave Time for A Cemetery
Sometimes I come across something another writer has written and I wish I wrote it. Of course I’d have to pick something of Shakespeare’s sooner or later. Here’s a line from Hamlet. #blogging #writing #inspired Continue reading A Line From Hamlet
At some point in the creative process a writer of fiction comes face to face with theme. What are the deeper notes of humanity that the story sounds? What is the hidden ether that binds plot, setting and character all together? Continue reading Schematics for Thematics
Sometimes I come across something another writer has written and I wish I wrote it. Here’s a line from Chernobyl. #blogging #writing #inspired Continue reading A Line From Chernobyl
Since my father passed away I find myself thinking of him daily. Sure I have his obituary hanging on my fridge; a stark reminder that he’s no longer a phone call or short drive away. He is the furthest away anyone can possibly be from anther person. But I don’t need that photo of him and that brief snippet, which painfully encapsulates his life in one short paragraph of near meaninglessness, to remind me that he is dead and gone. Continue reading From One Father to the Next
Everyone gambles and those who say they don’t, just don’t understand the world they live in. For myself, I gamble. I gamble a lot. It’s my job and I’m one of the few who can say they love their job. And I’ve come to understand a simple fact of this warped universe; everything has some element of chance either for success or failure. Continue reading Short Story: Life’s Gamble
At 45 years of age I’ve come to realise that nothing is really ever perfect, especially if I’m a variable in the equation (I won’t talk about math a lot, promise). I try to make perfect my lodestar; something for which to strive. At least where writing is concerned not so much about gardening or yard-work. Continue reading No Vested Interest in Drafts
