One As often as he could, Francisco sat on the porch, hands resting on his plump belly, smoking a cigar. The ash of his cigars matched his thinning hair, but was a little more gray. He found the most time to smoke in the early morning. Gurkhas and Liga Privadas were the only cigars he… Continue reading TCTSD Chapter One
Before Francisco was born, his parents fucked like wild animals. When he came into the world, it was out of wedlock. His father fought in the war right after getting married, leaving behind his young son and wife. The pair lived in a small apartment with no air conditioning. It was above a bus… Continue reading This Close to Sitting Ducks, Prologue
I'm in a strange spot today. Made a stupid mistake with the first post of my novel. That should be resolved and the prologue should be up here this evening. Also, I'm starting to think about my next poetry collection. Thinking about poetry always puts me in a weird mindset. Another thing that's put me… Continue reading Journal, Dec. 18
The new plant in my office brought a few bugs in with it. I've been sitting here smashing the little dudes for three days. It's always dark in here, so I'm hoping the strip of LEDs is enough for the plant, but not enough for the bugs. Either that or I'll smash them all at… Continue reading Today, as a writer views it.
Let's say you've got part of a novel's first draft done. Four chapters knocked out. Something happens and you decide to stop working that project for a bit. Maybe a glitch in the matrix makes you forget about it for six months, who knows? So, you finally sit down at your computer, ready to attack… Continue reading That’s not where I left it…. is it?
As I pass the halfway point in year two of taking writing seriously, I'm able to look back and see all of the wonderful lessons I've learned. It's really something amazing that I can compile a good sized list of these things after such a short time. Since I am able to put together a… Continue reading What I’ve Learned About Writing
I've got a poetry book that's just about ready for release. It'll be out before my second novel, sometime this Fall, probably. This next collection is called "In your Gourd, Off the Dime" and is inspired by the latest works of David Lynch, among other things. It's meant to be a little more obtuse and… Continue reading New Poetry