There are lots of reasons an author may write under a pen name. Maybe they want some anonymity or to create some disconnect from family members; perhaps they find themselves exploring controversial ideas and want to avoid confrontation; maybe a bird (or other mystical creature) whispered in their ear or came to them in a dream; Continue Reading
The Gift. It was a pair of Zuni sun-face earrings. To me they symbolized light and sunshine, a welcome to the Southwest, recognition of an amazing life journey, and friendship. But they weren’t received that way. Instead, they were somehow seen as an attempt to undermine personal safety and pick someone apart. Out of that came an idea for a whole book, or perhaps it might be more accurate to say that I came up with the idea for a new book and then this happened.
Now that the fury in Baltimore has seemed to quiet down, I thought I would share some of my own perspectives on what is going on. We bring our narcissism to these kinds of things. They often serve as a inkblot test to what has happened in our own lives, and I am no better. But I grew up in Maryland, and I had some dealings with corrupt people in positions of power there, so maybe my perspective cuts a little deeper. Continue Reading
This is about the book ThunderBird Walking: A Grand Canyon Ghost Story. Specifically, it is about a question that I thought would come from readers of the book but so far has gone unasked, and that question is “When did the ThunderBird Walking character become a ghost?” Continue Reading
A lot of writers who keep blogs or a Facebook page have daily writing goals and share their word counts. I never got into the habit of counting words for creative writing. There can be days when I write 1003 new words and other days when I cut 297, and cutting the 297 feels like I made more progress than writing the 1003. Continue Reading
This is my new blog focused on my writing projects. Unlike previous blogs I’ve done, I won’t be going off on satirical rants or sharing my perspectives on issues, mostly because people take satire too seriously these days and my perspectives are as fleeting as whispers on the wind. I’m tired of the whole faux pundit games people play, so much so that one of my projects is a fictional pundit book taking jabs at my own former seriousness.
I plan to share excerpts from my fiction and thoughts about the writing process, giving some insight on where my ideas come from and how ‘fiction’ differs from ‘reality’. The end goal is to complete the two projects currently at the forefront of my writing life, but as a creative writer I know that things don’t always go according to plan. I also know that my books don’t exactly fit a demographic or speak to a particular audience, so they will exist in a sort of no-man’s land—as I imagine this blog will too. I’m good with that. Just more cryptic w(h)it.
In brief, my two projects are:
ThunderBird Talking: From Beyond the Proverbial Grave
As you might guess by the title, this is a followup to my first novel ThunderBird Walking: A Grand Canyon Ghost Story. I think my first book flew way over people’s heads; I’ve heard little from people I know personally, and the writer’s group I shared excerpts with seemed uncomfortable with it even while understanding the story and praising some of the writing. The silence has been amazing, and I found that there was a lot of talking I wanted to do about all that walking, explaining what the book meant. Robbed of good conversation and a sense of community, I found this book coming to the forefront a great deal sooner than I imagined a sequel to TBW might. So this is my anti-pundit pundit book dumbing down my first novel, mostly for myself.
The Ponds of Expatria: An Anthology of Shorts with Thoughts on the Craft of Creative Writing
This book is an anthology of short stories that I wrote in creative writing classes back in the 80s with a few new stories written more recently. In addition to these stories, I plan to add thoughts on the craft of creative writing (and specifically the horror genre) as I learned it all those years ago. I cannot fathom how anyone studying the written word in American today can weed through all the apocryphal information on the internet and come to understand the art of writing. Obviously, I never succeeded professionally as a creative writer—my voice being so odd—but revisiting these old stories and having some new ones come to life has been a nice experience, so I wanted to capture that in a book.
As a rule of thumb, I might post here about twice a month—maybe a little more in the beginning as I have already completed a chapter of the new novel and the short stories are already written. I’m not much of a moderator so the posts may not allow comments or I may not reply to them. I’m not expecting much traffic here; I hope you get something from this blog if you choose to read it.