Category Archives: Writing

Confessions of Nervousness

As I take the final steps toward publishing my novel, Flowers to Dionysus I admit I am a bit nervous. A certain nervousness I wouldn’t have experienced before I published Thank You For Ten last year. Last year when I launched my first ever self-published experience with that short anthology of short fiction, I had what I …

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Inspiration in a Hospital?

Not everyone that goes into a hospital is in grave danger, of course. Good things happens in hospitals too. Yet that doesn’t mean anyone particularly enjoys being a patient. Or waiting for a patient. Yet I found myself in that situation yesterday for several hours as a family member had an outpatient procedure performed. Still, …

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The Fear of Shelving

Last night is as close as I have come to shelving my current novel in progress. It may yet come to that. To begin with I started thinking that if I keep asking the question about continuing with this story at this time, that’s probably a strong indication that I shouldn’t continue. For more than …

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I Don’t Rely on an Unreliable Narrator

I don’t know about this “unreliable narrator” thing. It’s not illegitimate. This is a matter of my tastes as a writer and reader. I’m not so set in my ways that I’ll declare my tastes will never change. That being said,  so far in my writing and reading life, my tastes run quite counter to the unreliable …

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Remember the Elbows.

This time of year brings with it my annual reading of Dickens’s A Christmas Carol. Almost everyone knows the story even if they haven’t read the actual text. Yet when you read the actual text, you discover certain things about the novella that simply aren’t present in most movie and stage productions. One of the biggest …

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