Jilted Lover

11 05 2015

Jilted Lover, I’m quite certain that’s how my blog feels right about now. I’ve not made an update since my November trip to Beaufort (which went wonderfully by the way). So I should probably catch you up on the writerly things going on…

I have successfully finished my first year of graduate school and am passing with a 4.0 (all that writing/studying is why I’ve been so distant lately, sorry bloggers). It feels great to be back in school though I do admit it has completely taken over my life. In other news, I will be teaching English Composition 101 to my very own class of college freshmen next semester.

I have been writing like crazy: flash fiction, short fiction, lengthy memoir pieces, and of course, poetry. I have several pieces sent out to journals across the nation… still waiting to hear back from them though.

The newest editions of the Birmingham Poetry Review and PoemMemoirStory are out and available for your reading pleasure. These are two publications that I am on staff with. So you should go read those things considering how much time I and my colleagues spent on them. Wonderful publications.

Tonight I got to sit with several published writers and listen to their journey down the publishing path. It seems very complicated and daunting, but I’m up for the challenge. I guess I have to actually finish something first don’t I? I have been working on my illustrations and hope to have several more lino cuts done by the end of summer (actually I hope to have all of them done.) Here’s a peek at the most recent one I’ve finished.

hashimotoI still feel like I have forever to go. Just chewing through it one bit at a time.

oh and I did just get back from Monroeville (the literary capital of Alabama). Some pretty exciting things happened on that trip but that’s another blog posts. Don’t worry I promise I’ll post it soon! anyway, hope things are well in your world!

~Cheers for now!


Sneak Peaks

15 06 2013

Hey you guys!

I write this not from the inconsistent bulge of the fitness ball (they took that away from me.) But from the edge of a 20 gallon trash can. I live for adaptation. (though to be honest the rim is sort of cutting into my thighs; I cannot feel my toes.)

Alright well time to follow through on some promises and share with you some synopsis of the works I’ve been laboring over. Sarah’s gonna kill me that I’m working on so many at one time. But she’s in Hawaii so what’s she gonna do? (um, that’s just a joke. She would find a way.)

I have two primary works that take up the majority of my efforts and then a third which just keeps hanging out:

Tabitha (working title but it may stick for good): I’m going all Lord of the Rings on this one. It’s a fantasy novel set in a world of Celtic Mythology. So it’s all about fairies, dragons and so forth. The story line is very complex so it would take a while to explain it all. But summed up Tabitha is the princess of the Fae realm and has to figure out how to save her world before the Terrors destroy everything. It already checks in at over 70,000 words and counting. The story line keeps expanding though so there is a great possibility that this will wind up as a trilogy.

Joshua Burnam and the Killer Cereal: This is a middle grade novel that I’ve been working on since the age of 12 or 13. I just finished the first draft of it last July. (I sure did take my sweet time didn’t I?) Anyway I have been working on the revisions and my goal is to have an agent ready manuscript by December. I’m over halfway done with the edits and still have 6 months left so I think I can do it. The book is about Joshua Burnam who is the world’s best detective. He is head strong, prideful and gets into unending amounts of trouble. Thankfully Manafred his trusty assistant is always there to help him out of a pinch. Told from Josh’s point of view, the story follows these two blokes in their quest to save the world from an evil genius who is trying to take over the world through the use of mind controlling cereal. Note: comes complimentary with lots of laughs and a healthy suspicion of what really resides in your breakfast. Runs around 40,000 words

le Madame: oh boy. Ok, so here I tell the story of a prostitute in 19th century Europe who wants to be a writer but whom  no one wants to publish because of her shady profession. Tides turn when a Christian publishing firm contacts her about possible publication and the stipulations it involves. This is a story of  autonomy, temptation, and forgiveness for loved ones who have had damaging influences. I’m only a few chapters in but am loving the character development and the situational stresses they are enduring.


Anyway, mix that awesomeness up with all my jobs and school and you have one busy chikie. And that’s not even including the host of poems, memoirs and short fiction I’ve been working away on. One day all this effort will pay off. But right now I’m enjoying the journey. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go rub the life back into the lower half of my body so that I can get back to work.


50 Word Short Stories

7 04 2012

Being a writer, I at times find myself to be filled with more words than necessary. It’s a balancing act tying to determine exactly how much I need to say to get my point across, and how much the reader needs, to see the world I’m creating. It’s been a challenge to embrace the “less is more” ideal. I respect this style of writing very much. The best example I have of this would be Earnest Hemingway. Now there was a man that fleshed out a story not with what he said, but with what he didn’t say. In efforts to aspire to such literary art I decided to try my hand at 50 word short stories. If you don’t what that is… well the name said it all so I cannot help you beyond that. Below are some of my first attempts. I actually quite enjoyed myself. I realized that I don’t have to fill in the details and can still tell and entire story. And they are fun because they are sort of non-committal, it’s not like its novel length. I mean shoot, it’s only 50 words! 


“Take it Casey! Just take it already!”

“I can’t do it Clair!” He shuddered, “Can’t you understand that?!”

She shoved past him and grabbed it with both hands.

“No! Clair don’t!” He lunged for it and tried to wrestle it from her grasp. Suddenly it slipped and fell into eternity.


Stepping on the accelerator, his car raced faster around the track. Victory was so close he could taste it. Third turn and the finish line came into view. He didn’t see the car but felt the impact. Flames licked up from the hood. Last thing he saw was the wall.


The gun pointed at his head reminded him that he had only 15 seconds left to complete the connection. His hands trembled and his palms grew clammy as he hastily soldered the last joint. Triumph lit his face as he slapped the power button. Nothing happened. His time was up…


Anyway, I enjoyed it so much that I’ll probably continue to post more on here. As a side note I would love to see other peoples attempts at this kind of limited writing. If you feel so compelled, comment with your 50word short stories. 




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