The Day god Died: Chapters I & II

"...I hated him and his kind. I hated his affluence, his expensive clothes, his chiseled looks, and the arrogance he was born too. But most of all, I hated the power he held over me, his assumption of authority, and the truth of his superiority."

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Back To Workshop

I’ll be done with my degree in a few months, and that means my workshop classes will be history. This breaks my heart, as I fear without the structure of “deadlines,” I won’t write as much. I have my local writer’s group, and without school’s work load, I will be able to attend far more... Continue Reading →

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A Life Lived for Art Is Never A Life Wasted

To write well, you have to write what-you-know, and your knowledge about what motivates, scares, angers, and affirms the individual person are the brushes you will use to paint page after page.

Excerpt: Scene II, Act III of Novella—by me

"Four walls become cells of madness for those in hiding." —W. Alexander

When Creativity Is Exhausted

Truly, I tell you, you can easily spend a whole-life feeling behind everyone else or below their expectations, or you can embrace who you are and accept your whole self and not just what others accept about you.

The Power of Clarity

"If I want to be a great writer, I must commit to clarity..."

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