So, I belong to several writers groups. The tough part about groups on Facebook is that each has a slightly different set of rules. None of this is something that really bothers me, after all, it's not as if I spend twenty-four hours a day reading through the slough of posts (yes, I spelled it that way on purpose) hoping for some small fragment of hope embedded in a post.There are the usual, quest

Today, the idea for the next chapter hit; it was time to get deeper into the physics of the fiction I am writing. I dread referring to the work as science fiction, because it is not really genre writing and today I did my best to distance myself from the realm of Star Trek and other such frivolity.Now, being fair, Star Trek has its place as does just about every genre of writing; and mine is 'lite

Wednesday's are always a tight deal for me, work, meetings late in the day, then I have an article due... and tonight was made more difficult by errands that needed taken care of first. My articles, sports realted, usually come pretty easily, but this is the dead time of year for college football.I could have written about practices, but I am commissioned to cover recruiting this time of year and

Ah, yes, today i worked a bit on a piece that is a dialogue between Dystopian Cuddyback and Livvy's father. It is WAY unpolished and needs work, but I am using this particular segment to play on political differences of the time that led this particular dimension to stray from the current political model into a model that attempts to espouse the ideals of democracy within a nation while leaving th...

So, Saturday, I went out to do some errands and on my way out to meet qa friend for dinner, drinks and basketball, I stopped by my (actual paying) office, I had written some stuff Thursday and forgot to email it to myself... so I get there, see that I have some time to kill and do some work. Sadly, not writing.And, then as I am looking at the clock I rushed out, and forgot AGAIN to send it to myse

The days of rainbow ribbons   ‘Did you see that couple that just walked by?’‘Yeah. What about them? Seemed like a loving couple. Looks like they’ve been together for some time.’Livvy would not disagree with the sentiment behind his thoughts, but she was a professional people watcher having spent many days (and nights) reading or day dreaming, but never letting life pass her by. Each p...

The days of laughing out loud ‘Check us in?’‘Yep.’‘Love that place’‘Awesome menu’‘Love their service’‘Love that new feature’‘Being able to make reservations online is great’‘Making your order in advance. Brilliant.’‘Revolutionary.’‘Oh the Courtside is my fave’‘Yes, great food’‘Love the valet parking there’‘Look Brian, look at all the likes. Very popular place. Already with 25 likes and we have o...

So, this has been on my mind some today. The current project is going to be complex. It involves some sections of more 'traditional' story telling, and some sections of abstractness that make no sense individually, yet find their footing when blended together.Today, for example, I wrote a more traditionally structured chapter, yet blended some of the abstractness into the structure. The chapter be

Look at that, if I don't like manually force people to read my blog, no one seems to find this one. It is a rather comforting release of discomfort. While the origination, or genesis, of my writing 'career' should anyone choose to define the proclivity of my ramblings as either a) writing and/or b) a career, was in the variation of a blog - an article that detailed many weeks of reading and citing...

As Nesby moved forward with his theoretical work in string theory and quantum mechanics, there was an odd sense about the direction it had taken. Once postulated by string theory that there were a specific number of possible dimensions, the advanced mathematics that are the provenance of men like Nesby, those who revel in the afterglow of minute discovery, making the rest of the world seem to s...