As I've decided to make this journal my shout box for writing, I'm in the midsts of cleaning up old entries. In the next few days you'll be seeing some changes to the old girl, and my old crap posts removed (well I can't remove them apparently, only hide them). And from then on out we'll be sitting down, looking up from the typewriter and have some ( Read more... )

Every writer has one, whether it's a person, or a thing, or a thought. Muses are what gives us the sudden, elusive "inspiration" that writers talk about. As someone who is maturing in his literary career, I'm coming to understand that muses don't have to be flashes of inspiration, or even flashes of anything. They can simply be determination or ( Read more... )

 Yesterday I wrote my first short fiction in almost a year and a half. It was less than 700 words but only half as subtle as my previous ones. It'll take two or three drafts to be sell-able but I feel good to be producing fiction I can "easily" sell again. I haven't been published in over a year and it's time to turn on the overdrive jets and ( Read more... )

This is absurd. I got accepted to another place today. That's TWO publications in one week. One!

34th Parallel is publishing my "Cups of Coffee" story in their October Issue.

Blessed am I this year.

As of this morning my first story was accepted by 971 MENU, a small publication of short fiction under 971 words. I've published my first piece of literary fiction! I'm so psyched!

I'm framing this damn letter.

So as the new year has come in and the old has been washed away, a lot of changes are hopefully coming with 2007's introduction. The first is, hopefully, my graduate from the MFA program at Rosemont College. If I can continue my success, I will graduate with a 3.8 gpa and a master's Degree in Creative Writing. I'm far from a master, keep in mind, ( Read more... )

'What should I do?' she said, indicating a rock ( Read more... )

Dear Santa ( Read more... )

I've been debating the wisdom of throwing up my short stories onto this journal. I think if I do that I'll only let my friends see it, otherwise who's to stop people from stealing them? Buggers.

Plus half of them have been sent out for publication queries. Law!

Life isn’t like the movies. There’s no happy ending where you kiss the girl and roll credits. It’s pain. That’s real. It’s the rain falling from the sky, accentuating the cold death of a great love as it creeps outward from your soul. It’s watching the best thing that ever happened to you crying as she whispers that she loves you, but that she ( Read more... )