The Truth About Goals in Storytelling (Hint: Your Character Should Have One)

I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately. Beta reading, manuscript reading, book reading (damn you and your trilogies, Chuck Wendig!), and I’m noticing something interesting. It is easy for writers, even really good, talented writers, to write 250 pages about a character with no real goal or motivation. And hot damn, is it easy … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Valentine’s Day

They sit on the hood of his car, staring into the sky. The moon is full and pregnant with light, the stars are dripping with it, diamonds catching and refracting it until the whole sky is lit like a beacon. The lake in front of them reflects everything, not even a ripple marring the image, … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Dreams of Tyr

When Diana began to dream, all she saw was blood. Blood on her hands, blood splattered across the dirt at her feet. Life blood spilled across the stones like nothing, nothing. When she closed her eyes, all she saw was the god, naked except for splashes of warm gore across his torso. And his eyes, … Continue reading

Book Review: Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

I read Gone Girl in a matter of days. I’m a fast reader, generally, but this was a nearly 500 page book and I didn’t have a lot of time for it. But the book kept me turning page after page. It’s starts out as a mystery and becomes something of a suspense. The crime … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: He Called Her Name

Every time he called her name, she drowned. Limbs reaching involuntarily heavenward, she sank. Her lungs filled with no air, her mind slowly, surely, shut down. She suffocated on the breath she’d draw to respond. She’d forget her name, her age, her place of birth. Her tongue shifted laboriously, heavy and useless in her mouth, … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: The Boat

Once upon a time, there was a boat. It was a simple boat, crafted by bare, rough hands in the heat of summer with carefully bowed planks of red cedar. It was large enough for two but never more than that, though that had never been a worry. There were only two, had only ever … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Cigarettes

He sits here with me in the darkness, smoking. God, how I used to hate smoking. I knew someday it would rob me of people I loved. Am I really so cynical these days, that I don’t even worry about that anymore? For fuck’s sake, it’s just a cigarette. For fuck’s sake, it’s not going … Continue reading

In Which a WIP is Finished

So, it’s been a little while. I know a lot of writers who are able to write daily posts and write 1500 words and design covers for their self published books and market themselves and so on. And at some point, hopefully I will be able to broaden my attention span enough to do all … Continue reading

Flash Fiction/Story Opening: Crossroads

This is not, actually, flash fiction, but since most of the fiction I post on here is under that umbrella, I thought I’d stick it in there. This is the opening to a story I’ve been toying with for a while. I’m working on Songs For Ghosts right now, so writing the opening to this … Continue reading

Flash Fiction/Prose Poetry: Smile

I realized this morning that I haven’t posted in weeks! I’ve been busy with film shoots and randoms, so it just kind of ran away from me. This is a fiction/poetry hybrid I wrote a while back. I remembered having written it after my shoot last weekend, which deals with similar themes. Hope you like! … Continue reading