Walking Out

Walking Out

"A flash of memory, headlights coming at him, and then no more." Roadside crosses are erected by the living for the dead. But what happens to the victims? When "the man", Jackson's unnamed protagonist, awakens after a horrific accident on an isolated stretch of mountain road he finds that he is...
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Light-bulb!

I've been reading Steven Pressfield's blog today. Came upon it for some reason (I think I was looking at another blog where someone mentioned his Writing Wednesdays series) and started reading.

War Journal — Entry 4

No plan of battle survives contact with the enemy.

War Journal — Entry 3

venit vidi scripsit

War Journal — Entry 2

It is well that writing is so terrible -- lest we should grow too fond of it.

War Journal – Entry 1

Writing is an art and as such is not susceptible of explanation by fixed formula
Mac Flecknoe, a study in comedy

Mac Flecknoe, a study in comedy

Lately I've been reading The Norton Anthology of Poetry (Shorter Fourth Edition). I started this study to try and understand how to use the sounds and rhythms of words to convey sense in writing.

Is this a dead blog?

The short answer is no. What this is is what we bloggers call a hiatus. (An hiatus?) Someone once told me that writers groups could take up all of your time and leave no time for writing. Blogging was getting like that for me. That and I got tired of writing endless drivel about how...

Now think some more

I wanted to add a little background to what I posted yesterday. I put my first web site on the internet back in 03. I called it ‘seerocketcity.com’ (the other ‘good’ names were taken) and it was pretty bad. I don’t say bad as in evil, but as in imitative, unformed, and kitschy. In large...

Think about how your blog looks

Here’s an exercise for you: Go down to your local strip mall and take a look at the storefronts there. Are there places you might want to shop at and others you don’t? Now try to analyze these stores and figure out why you do or don’t want to shop there. Some things are going...

So, where have I been?

Some of you out there may be wondering where I’ve been lately. I also know that ugly rumors have been circulating as to my current whereabouts. Let me lay some of the most egregious of those rumors to rest: I have not been in prison. I was not found lying facedown and naked in a...

Strange dreams

I have strange dreams. I guess we all do from time to time. The difference is that as a writer I want to turn mine into a story. Heck, I want to turn everything into a story: “In a world where groceries cost more, one man dared to…” And that’s about as far as I...

Vidocq

A former criminal himself, Eugène François Vidocq, is considered the father of modern criminology and earns a mention in chapter 88 of Moby Dick. As with most of Melville’s digressions, investigation of this one mention can lead to hours of reading all on its own. This is one of the true beauties of great literature...