Out of the Cold


I took a moment. A short one, I thought. But I got stuck. Stuck with working and fighting to make ends meet. Getting back to writing felt heavy and far. It didn’t feel as if I would get the flow back. Like my dear friends, the characters I created, had come to life and left me in a void. It lasted for almost a year. Depression cut through my days whenever it could. The slightest chance I gave it and I was captured in despair. Darkness got deeper but I found new friends in old ones and old friends in new ones. Continue reading

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Sizing first of first


Almost done with book one when a bad feeling struck me. The first part is too long. It’s boring and cluttered with excessive descriptionaire. What if I just cut out several chapters and simply write, like a summary of what happened during her two month’s walk of discoveries through the jungle? Could it be as short as a chapter or maybe two? Would that give the same effect at the end of the first part? Would it suffice as a base for the other parts? I’m sure a sentence like “It took her two months to cross the jungle.” wouldn’t make any sense. Continue reading

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Keith and the Kite – Short Story


I took the liberation of editing it. I wrote this in 20 minutes and just slammed it up. I returned and frowned upon my sloppy work. It needed attention, I thought and hasted to Scrivener. lol

Gave it a brush up and now I think it’s far better. Enjoy!

Keith and the Kite…

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Changes to the Heart


Changes grab your heart from time to time. I’m no exception. It started out a couple of years back with writing. I wrote my first published story in 1979. I’ve had another story that have burnt inside since 1973. It glowed within until last year. Writing began, and I wrote. I kept writing, and the story unfold. I had fun but I had no clue what to do with it or where it went. I mean, the direction in the story went on its own and grew on me. There was no plan. I had no plot. Maybe it was only born to get me started, never to be anything but that first spark to fuse a dull heart with life and a craving for writing. Continue reading

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