In case you were wondering. Since November of year last, I have completed a semester of college (in real estate studies), continued remodeling my home, obtained part-time employment at my college at a bookstore, and bought a new car. So I've kept busy. I do have a short story in the works, as well as... Continue Reading →
and didn't like it. I picked up this book for two reasons: I'd read Julie & Julia and liked it (and the movie) and because I wanted to know what went through the mind of an adulterer. What would make her (or him) decide that marriage vows were pretty much a joke and not morally... Continue Reading →
The middle of the story. It comes to all us writers. At first, my story is humming right along. I've introduced the main character(s) and the supporting cast. I have the Event, the thing that propels my story and gives my hero (female in this example, for the purposes of estrogen domination and because my main character... Continue Reading →
Still gearing up for the Bulwer-Lytton bad opening line contest. The following line was conceived in Taco Bell. I blame the chalupas. "Pow! went his grandmother's fart, and Rick, a Vietnam veteran, flung his shell-shocked body to the lushly carpeted floor, rising to his feet only after he smelt what she had dealt."
It's harder to write a bad opening line than I thought. I take this as a good sign. Here are two more lines I wrote for the Bulwer-Lytton contest. I wrote these in Taco Bell; I wonder what sort of output I could expect from McDonald's or Burger King? "His penis was like a throbbing... Continue Reading →
. . . when I came across the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest in a back issue of Writer's Digest. (www.bulwer-lytton.com) The contest is sponsored by the English department at San Jose State University, and it challenges entrants to write godawful opening lines to possible godawful novels. The "dark and stormy" line was originally penned by Edward George Bulwer-Lytton,... Continue Reading →