Writing
Essays on the craft, short fiction born from prompts, and a few poems that insisted on being written. This is some of what I’ve played with before writing my books.
About Writing
This section is where I explore my love for writing, how it has shaped me, challenged me, and continues to pull me back, no matter how far I drift. This is where I talk about what I have done and what I have learned along the way.
My Journey From Pantsing to Outlining
After four years of rewriting the same chapters, I tried outlining a stalled project instead. That project became my first novel, The First Call.
Writing and Influences
Two teachers shaped how I write. One made me write a poem I dreaded. The other started every class with a prompt. This is why I still write.
Find Your Voice and Keep It
A friend said I become a facsimile of myself when I write at work. How I lost my writing voice, and the daily habit that brings it back.
Writing Prompts
This section is my creative playground; each piece is born from a prompt that pushed me somewhere new. Some made me laugh, others hit harder than I expected. Together, they capture what happens when I stop overthinking and just write. Is that good or not? You decide.
Time Traveler Arrives in 1950
A time traveler walks into a 1950s bank with $50,000 in cash and a borrowed name. A short scene written from a writing prompt.
We Are Just Too Different!
Fifteen years into their marriage, Stacy tells Jared they are just too different. Jared has been keeping a secret. Short fiction from a prompt.
Poetry
I don’t often write poetry, but every so often the words insist. These are those moments, collected over thirty years. Each one marks a point when rhythm and emotion collided, and something came out.
A Mother’s Love
A mother’s love is true and bright, It is a beacon in the night, A mother’s love is pure undefiled, It is strong, great and wise, A Mother’s love is Self-Sacrificing, It is flawless, A mother’s love is strong and moves her to greater heights, A mother’s love is precious, It is more valuable than…
As Deep As A Well
My pain is as deep as a well,The loss of my love, my one true friend,Gone for all eternity, I had loved with my heart, my mind, and my soul,Yet, I never attained my goal,I refused to accept the fate of my love, forever entombed by the sea, The love of my life, the wife…
Mother’s Cry
In a place miles away, A baby lost its life today, One man, his vengeance filled, Many babies’ blood was spilled, And we heard their mothers’ cry, Just like Poe’s “Raven“, The Mothers have craven, For their lost Lenores, Hoped he would say go by the shore, But no he said, “no nevermore”, So, as…
Read The First Call
My first novel, and the first book I outlined instead of pantsing. That’s a big part of why it got finished first. He found their mistake. They set the trap.