I may be an off-the-cuff writer, but I don’t apply that to the world that the story is based in. I love the idea of making worlds. The world is the ulitmate setting for the story, and to me is crucial for developing stories and the directions they work towards. Every story has to have a reason for it. Just writing a story is, at least to me, incomplete if I don’t have a reason and direction that the story is moving towards.
The Glass Bottles series is working towards a definitive ending, and beginning. A world, like our own … [READ MORE]
The gin was his way of hiding from the world, and Archie very much wanted to hide. He wanted to hide from his memories, from the nightmares, and from the ‘concerned citizens’ that attempted to make his life better by telling the things he should do for himself. He often thought of asking them why in god’s name did they think he could do those things? If he was capable, he wouldn’t be in this absolute craphole now would he?
Instead of screaming, he would duck his head, nod at the right moments, and then move on as soon as … [READ MORE]
Here is the star of a new Glass Bottles related short story. It stars Dean Youngwood from book III as the main character, and details the heroic rescue that cemented his reputation as a hero.
Welcome to ‘The Deep End’
“Hey Dean, how did the test go?” Carny Weston walked over to Dean Youngwood, giving him a fist bump as a greeting, and falling in next to him as Dean walked to his car. The sidewalk was full of pedestrians in a hurry to get lunch. The noon whistle had blown only a minute before Dean had exited Precinct Four … [READ MORE]
With the third book being released, I’m certain there are a few wondering what all this is leading to. A snarky author would say, a climactic last book! Well, snarky or not it’s true. At some point in the future, this series will finish up and a new one will begin. I expect this series to be five or six books long. ( I know which the publisher would like )
As it continues, I will be adding more and more about what’s been going on, and back-linking to the earlier books. There is a reason for everything. … [READ MORE]
This is the official release date of Beguiling Words, the latest of the Glass Bottles storyline. It’s been a great honor to be able to keep writing stories and I want to thank Paper Angel Press for their belief in the story, and Niki Lenhart for the fantastic cover!
To those of you who have read the previous volumes, thank you and I hope this story entertains you as much or more than the others. See you in NaNoWriMo! Just look for JDark, no spaces. That’s me!… [READ MORE]
This is a few opening pages to ‘Redleg’. comapred to ‘Skid Style’, it is darker and less light-hearted.
Archer ‘Archie’ Gunnison woke that morning to the strident buzzing of his watch. The cicada-like screech jolted him from sleep and his hands flailed about, seeking the offending noisemaker. His right hand finally caught up with his left and pressed the delay button, giving him a ten minute window to wake up and turn the alarm off for the day. Archie sat up in bed, letting the beige comforter droop into a pile on his lap. The dark blue curtains over the … [READ MORE]
Two words in writing have so much power. ‘What if’. These crystallize and encapsulate all that is possible, might be possible, or already is happening. It’s the impetus to see what follows the question. For me, they are my favorite words to start a story in my mind.
Another favorite thing is ‘And to think I saw it on Mulberry Street’.
If there is any story or poem that displays the imagination so thoroughly about writing, I’m not certain what it is. It is boundless imagination starting with a simple beginning, and it builds, and builds until a horse … [READ MORE]
Charlie ‘Skid’ Moore sat on the edge of the warehouse roof. To the north of Pier 17, a few areas were still unloading containers for transport. Boston Harbor never stopped, it just slowed down in the evenings. Charlie, in his bright red and blue costume, was impatient for something to happen, yet oddly comforted that nothing had.
I don’t think I’d have ever thought I’d be here. Charlie had always been fast. Fastest in his grade school, then in middle school, then in high school. There was talk of scholarships for college. Even though he was still a junior, recruiters … [READ MORE]
It’s been a long time since I’ve had time to add to this. There have been a number of family related troubles that have dominated my time since the last post. I won’t go into them, other than to say that as family ages, crises become more intense and heartbreaking. I hope to get on a regular, or semi-regular posts once again. We’ll get back to talking writing, ideas, and snippets from stories. Those of you who still visit, I can’t apologize enough for leaving you hanging. And I want to say thank you for sticking with this site.… [READ MORE]
The back window was actually a sliding glass door. It had stacks of paper all the way across the bottom that were as tall as my chin when I looked out. The curtains were a old brown color that reminded me of mom and dad’s linoleum floor back home. I could part the curtains and look out into a cement back yard with a strip of ground that was an amazing green color. All the grass in that strip was the same height, and a lush texture that didn’t look at all like the ground around mom and dad’s trailer. … [READ MORE]