When Friday rolls around, I say to myself, “I know i can get some real work done.” And usually this is true. Usually I wake up early on Saturday, go to the farmer’s market, have some breakfast, and get to work. Okay, so today wasn’t exactly ideal. When my alarm went off, I might have

Steve, from Blog From the Darkside asked an interesting question on my comments page, and I thought it deserved it’s own post. Steve asked the following: “I see that the novel’s word count is still rising. It doesn’t look like it will be to much longer before you have reached your target of 50,000 words.

Well, it looks like the editors of many magazines are cleaning out the old slush piles for the holiday weekend. I received a 30-day rejection from Weird Tales, and a 32-day rejection (for two flash pieces) from The Pedestal Magazine. I resubmitted a couple of stories this weekend too. Trying to keep the stories flowing.

I started working on my novel about 2 hours ago. Then I went to get a drink, and suddenly, I just don’t know what happened. Two hours–kaput! What’s that about? Since I already wasted a bunch of time installing a new mouse on my computer and brewing up some fresh coffee for iced-coffee, and any

Debt that is. It seems I owe everybody something. I owe student loan companies money. I owe my job time. I owe this blog’s readership a post (which I hope to pay in full now). Deeper and deeper. Up to my armpits. My cat needs his litter changed. My bird needs his seed. My garden,

About one year ago, i entered a flash fiction contest over at Jason Evans’ blog, Clarity of Night. It was a great experience that led me to meet great writers, many of which appear in my links section. Though Mr. Evans organizes these contests often, this has been my first opportunity to participate again. To

I decided, I am going to finish the first draft of this novel by the first of August. i did the calculations, and that means 5,000 words a day, for the next three days. I put down at least 4,000 today, I think. Posting on this blog is the last thing i should be doing,

It’s raining, but I don’t mind very much. Somehow rainy weather is more interesting. Today was one of those days that I had to be out in it. Not just walking to and from the car, but unloading trucks for work, and bringing out garbage. And, okay, walking to and from the car. As I

I seem to have promised to post about my Friday the 13th. I can’t break a promise, can I? Things turned out differently than I had planned. My movie marathon and creepy confections had been postponed to the 14th because I was invited to a poker game. It had been a while since my last

Now what kind of horror writer would I be if I didn’t acknowledge Friday the 13th? For me, this day has little to do with superstition and bad luck. In fact, I tend to celebrate it like a holiday. While not as prevalent on my calendar as Halloween, I still like to have horror movie