“Ewww, a writer!”

Freelance/Indie writers have their own unique uniforms.  Mine, lately, has been a pair of plaid polyester shorts that I got from Haband (old man clothes, shoddily made) and a t-shirt.  I change the shirt, but I have been wearing the same pair of shorts for several weeks now.  Last night, I topped this ensemble off with a white oxford shirt, pink tie, black vest, and a black suit jacket.  Oh, and a pink fedora.  From the waist up, I looked about as presentable as I am capable of looking.  Why you ask?  Because I am a fool and a moron.  Let me explain.

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What’s a writer for?

What’s a writer for? What good do we do? Do we just march forward, puking our subconscious clutter onto the page – molding it and trying to make it mean something? Some people read it. OK. I always wanted to be a writer. Now, that I am, I sometimes find myself wondering what I want to be now. What’s next?

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Mining for Words

I recently revisited a long piece I wrote almost a decade ago. In my mind, this piece was a novelty, a learning experience, an ‘awkward first date’ of a story. ‘Our noses bumped when our braces locked, making me sneeze a booger onto her face’ type awkward. I don’t know what prompted me to look it up after all these years. Nostalgia? Masochism? Boredom? Anyway, I did. And I was very surprised at what I found.

It didn’t suck. Not only did it not suck, I really liked it. The writing was good and crisp. A little different than the way I write now, but not as much as I would have thought. The plot holes and forced patches that I remembered were not there. I decided it deserved to live. So, I am bringing it back to life. Continue reading “Mining for Words”