Hey guys! I realized that I haven't actually done a "welcome" blog post yet. No time like the present, right? So, HELLO and WELCOME to my site, and my blog. Here, I'll be periodically posting about my life, or writing, likely a combination of both, with some updates and a spooky short story or two sprinkled in. Let's start with an update. As we all know, 2020 has been a real mixed bag of nuts. Mostly the worst kind of nuts. But it's also been a time for real introspection, fo
Hello, my readers. I hope you all are doing well and staying healthy! Today, I’d like to talk about when creative inspiration tends to strike the hardest. Or perhaps more importantly, where. One thing I’ve learned as a writer, or any type of creative person, is that it's becoming increasingly obvious that our ideas are conspiring to kill us. I mean, it’s practically full on, CSI: Creativity, up in my brain. Think about the evidence.
When does a plot device tend to pop into y
Whatever dragged itself across Thurber Avenue that evening was surely not human. I’d been speeding because I was already past curfew on the way back from my friend Jenna's house, and my Dad was going to kill me. "I swear, Dad, we were working on our project about climate change and just lost track of the time." Well, that's what I was going to say. He could never know the truth; that we sat around playing MarioKart until the boys -- yes, boys -- came over to hang out. A perfe
Benjamin was at it again. Only this time he had an audience. “Do you hear that?” my mother asked. “Hear what?” But I knew exactly what my mom heard. It was footsteps from up above. Loud ones. Think, angry-bull-practicing-tap-dance-routine loud. Mom was over for dinner to celebrate the first week in my new place. First house of my own, actually. And already, she had something to say about it. I was attempting to finish cooking my famous made-from-scratch fettucine alfredo, (wh
The infant on the table lifted a tiny fist into the air, its mouth flopping opened and closed like a groggy little fish. The nose was straight. Cheeks rounded and rosy. Ten fingers, ten toes, two ears, and one curly strand of blond hair plastered to its shiny forehead. Healthy, perfect even. Except for one thing. Its eyes were red. “You’ve trained for this, you know what to do,” said Dr. Harnsby, barely giving the child a second glance. I did know. I was still a lowly intern,