The problem with getting advice about writing is that the writers who podcast, write books or blogs, or disseminate advice through other such media appear to assume their audience professionals; people who have dedicated their lives to their craft and have accepted all the heavy responsibility along the way. For the rest of us - … Continue reading Finding the time
Bespeckled in holiday lights that twinkled in silent unison and donning the red and white velvet cap of St. Nick, the pig stood atop the market entrance, nose held high; a welcome to the city's cultural center, to the salt-sour smell of the wharf, to bask in eternal consumer glory. It was an object of … Continue reading Pig
Everyone loves flowcharts. Why not use them to plan your writing?
"Then what slows you down? What makes you go into stranger's homes in the middle of the night?" "Shit, man, money. What else?"
He swallowed his fear and waited, but there was nothing to hear but steady creaking of the lighthouse and the pounding of his heart.
Blood rushing in my ears, diminishing all sounds to distant whispers, heart pounding in my chest, I gripped the railing, felt the sweat bead on my forehead, then, with a scream of tortured agony, looked back to the eye.
Long, sharp fingers gripped round his open throat, hot blood pouring down his shirt front...
FADE IN: INT. KADEN'S APARTMENT - AFTERNOON A vinyl record playing modern greaser rock starts a song. As it plays we see the apartment. A desk littered with books full of highlights and red ink sits along the wall opposite the record player. A couch that looked like it was pulled from a dumpster sits … Continue reading A Cyclic Choice – Act I
After an eternal moment of falling to the floor below, he lay silent, blood dripping down his face, breath coming out in erratic rasps.
I watched its erratic movements for several minutes, when, after consigning it to be only a dumb beast, it looked up, and, through the lens of the spyglass, saw me with red eyes of fire and rage.