Writing

Journal – Writing a script on my phone or trying to…

So here I am talking into my phone like a lunatic. Trying to write without hitting the keyboard. Trying to find a way that I can write and walk killing two birds with one stone or at least stretching my limbs while I stretch my mind.  I just tried using writerduet to kickstart my scripts. Links here to see how well that idea went. I have two in mind. The first is the one I’ve admittedly been struggling with Vigilante, the story []

The Path not taken (micro short/sketch)

I am haunted by wrong decisions, by memories of paths not taken. I see glimpses of a life that could have been through dreams of that other me. Vivid. Clear. Like a moment of clarity the Nexus of other mes swirl around the one I visit tonight and for a moment there is peace. Around me the walls of space and time open up like the eye of the storm within a hurricane the space expanding in a slow motion explosion a []

Journal Extract – I can’t write

March 1st 2020 I’ve lost the feeling that enables me to write. I let it get cold. Got distracted. Forgot that I have to spend every day at the keyboard to at least get the fingers working. Work doesn’t count. I meant writing. Actually creating. I am like a cat at times, easily distracted, too prone to jumping form one thing to the next. Remember you must focus. The only way you get good is to focus. Distractions shouldn’t become all consuming. []

Shoot Her Dead – A Short Story

She felt around her belly. It was wet but she couldn’t move, couldn’t feel. She didn’t know it but the bullet had blown out her spine and ruptured her spleen and churned up her insides. She pulled her hands back and saw the blood. Then she started to cry.