Tag: fiction

“That Is Why No One Will Remember Your Name.”

Consistency is key. Writing in spurts is a sure-fire way to ensure that your work won't get finished until years down the road. Writing each day, even just a little bit, helps establish the habit of writing consistently and allows you to progress your story at a steady pace. Ernest Hemingway would write 500 words ...

Reading Your Own Work

There's something inherent in a writer that breeds constant conflict. We are always conflicted about our work. On one hand, we think our work is amazing and can't understand how it's not on the New York Times Best Seller list. On the other hand, we may pick up our manuscript and read a random page ...

Red Dead

Well I've been virtually MIA on my blog so I apologize for that. I don't have an excuse, I just haven't had much to write about so I figured I'd spare you the boring and mundane details of my lackluster daily life. However, there have been some recent updates that you may not find interesting ...

Author Page with FMP!

I have officially been added to the author page of Forever Morris Publishing! It's so cool to see my name and face on a website that I didn't put there XD. I've gotten through the edits for TC that I've been given so far and I must say, it does read a bit better. Despite ...

Longest Chapter… So Far

Finally, I completed the longest chapter of Frigid Nights so far. It took a lot of time, most of that time spent staring at the screen thinking of what to write or how to write it. It's easily one of the most important, if not the most important, chapter of the book. I'd say the ...

New Books

Well, it's pouring here in the Windy City and it's supposed to continue the deluge for the rest of the day. It'd be nice if I could be home watching the storm and writing or something but that's not and option today. Oh well, there will be plenty more rainy days to come I'm sure. ...

Homefront

"Don't grab him like that," Mary said sternly, pulling her son Carson away from Sam. Sam looked down at their son, seeing the red indentations left on Carson's arm. He felt something catch in his throat as he saw the boy's wet eyes fill up like the ocean tide. Sam looked up at Mary, her ...

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