Douglas followed Paddy into the elevator that was guarded by two massive men in blue blazers. They stood on either side of the elevator as if they were bored, but Douglas suspected that they were a lot more alert than they appeared. Paddy pushed the elevator button marked 1, and the elevator began ascending. A … More Elijah–Chapter 2B
The other stuff I have written so far this summer has always had at least a few readers, and I am thrilled about that. But the work that I have the greatest anticipation for, the novel “Elijah,” has had no takers. So far, I am the only one who has read through the prologue and … More What’s in a name?
Good, bad or ugly, the last few weeks I have been able to crank out the first eight chapters of a YA fantasy novel (Crash Corrigan) and two short stories (The Well of Souls and This Twisted Thing Called Love). The novel was a spur of the moment idea; the short stories have been on … More And for my next trick….
Professor Mason Mainbridge worked long into the night, as was his custom, even though his was the only light on in Hazard Hall. He found that he got his best work down after everyone else went home to their wives and husbands, their pets and their children. Mainbridge didn’t have a wife, and he certainly … More “The Well of Souls”
One of the challenges of following your muse is that you are totally dependent on your muse continuing to provide you with ideas. I started my project “Crash Corrigan” with a totally different name for the book and an unclear path as to how to get from point a to point b, or even where … More And now….?
Chapter 3 I felt bad for Mom. She had her hands full, Dad wasn’t there to help her, and my being in the hospital was my own blamed fault. So when my eyes continued to play tricks on me, and the whispering started up again, I kept it to myself. There was only one person … More Crash Corrigan–Chapter 3
CHAPTER 1 What was I thinking? Those are usually the first words out of people’s mouths when they hear about the incident at the Johnson County Courthouse. They hear about how I climbed the four floors of scaffolding outside the old building early on Sunday morning (the only time we knew there wouldn’t be workers … More Crash Corrigan–chapter 1
A scientist friend of mine tells me that if it can’t be measured, it doesn’t exist. Well, I am here to tell you that she’s wrong. I know from experience that these things exist. There are things around us that we can’t see, can’t hear and can’t feel. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t as … More Prologue: Crash Corrigan
I have the first 1540 words written on my new book. You can read them here: http://roughwriters.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=novels&thread=115 Be aware: these are from a very rough draft.
I’m running out of excuses to prevent me from putting words on paper. The arguing still continues, but the procrastinator in me is losing out. Thanks to Edward Cheever for being willing to participate in a mini NaNoWriMo–just the two of us. We agreed to write 1,500 words a day for the next 30 days … More Procrastination and…
The Great Adventure 