May 28, 2010
Sirhan Sirhan - Did he change history in 1968?
Several of my writings are now posted at iWriteit available for free download. If you do check them out, honest, constructive criticism would be appreciated. Here are the links to the stories,
http://www.iwriteit.com/content/Fiction/Westerns No Mercy
http://www.iwriteit.com/content/Fiction/Short_Stories Full Count, Arachnophobia
http://www.iwriteit.com/content/Fiction/Humor Backyard Visitor
http://www.iwriteit.com/content/Non-Fiction/Biography Ballot and Bullets: Violence in Presidential Politics
February 18, 2010
Neopolitan Mastif - Westminster Dog Show
A question for readers this morning. What does the expression on this dog’s face make you think of? What might he be thinking?
Let me hear from you. Leave a comment please. Thanks.
January 28, 2010
Here are the first paragraphs of several short stories I’ve written in the last few months. I’d love to hear comments from readers. Would you read more of the story? etc.
After Midnight by Steve B. Davis
After midnight, that’s when they came out. That’s when Kole went hunting. He couldn’t find them in the daylight, he could only find them and kill them at night.
The mutants lived deep underground in the ruins of the city. Kole roamed the remains of the city during the day scrounging for food. He was always on the lookout for others of his kind, but so far hadn’t found any, other than skeletons. For some reason he survived the holocaust.
No Mercy by Steve B. Davis
The night was pitch-black except for the small fire burning low in the trees ahead. It was quiet, too quiet. A horse snorted, Cain stopped and listened. No movement, so he kept walking towards the dying embers of the campfire.
The Beach by Steve B. Davis
Whenever I walk along the beach the azure water breaking gently on the fine sand always amazes me. On stormy days the transformation of the gentle waves into monsters trying to eat the sand and pull it back into their mouths makes me shiver with terror. The crashing and retreat of the ravenous waves forces me to keep my distance to prevent them from dragging me into the endless ocean.
The Silo by Steve B. Davis
The family were parked along a lonely stretch of Montana highway staring at the innocent-looking fenced area a hundred yards or so from the pavement. The boy had to find out what it was and demanded they stop. His father was trying to explain it to him without alarming him.
Something Wicked by Steve B. Davis
Henry used to wonder what he’d do if he encountered something or someone truly wicked. Not just bad, but genuinely evil. Many people don’t believe in evil. The same people on the other hand believed in goodness, God and Heaven. Henry knew better. If you believed in Heaven, then there had to be a Hell. Evil existed.
Serial killers are pure evil. Henry knew because he is one. As he walked down the train platform no one realized evil was next to them. These people went about their daily routines unaware of the demons beside them.
** Comments on these are appreciated. Thanks
January 6, 2010
One of my stories was published yesterday in an ezine. Most of these don’t offer pay, but it’s an excellent way to get exposure. Also the writer still retains rights to have it published elsewhere.
“Darkest Before The Dawn” is an ezine specializing in hard-edged crime and mystery fiction and publishes many excellent stories.
The story accepted for publication is titled, “Cruising”. Here is the link if you are interested in reading.
Warning! – Contains explicit sex and coarse language. Please don’t read if this offends you, but after all it is a realistic tale about two felons who really are bad to the bone.
December 24, 2009
The year 2009 was a good one for me. First of all let me give you some background. I’m still employed full time, but approaching retirement in about four years. Although I’ve always had an interest in and dappled in writing over the years, this was the first year I got serious about it.
I’m also a do-it-again dad with an 8 year-old son and 5 year-old twin daughters to tend to. My eldest daughter gave me the gift of a grandson this year. All this consumes my time, but also gives me lots of ideas for writing.
I made an effort to write at least a page a day. This was fairly successful for me. Writing for my blog helped, it gave me motivation.
So far in 2009 I have written over 25 fiction short stories and a half-dozen nonfiction pieces.
I was published four times this year. Once in a mainstream magazine here in Canada called Saltscapes, The East Coast Magazine. This was also a well-paid gig. The others were fiction pieces published in ezines for little or no pay, but resulted in excellent exposure.
Lots of rejections, but this is normal. After all Stephen King’s first novel, Carrie, was rejected over 500 times before it was published. The rest is history so to speak.
The results of my writing efforts have been most satisfying. Not only am I getting published, but the ability to create stories and articles is a total high for me.
I love writing and can’t wait to see what 2010 will bring. For sure it will bring me another grandson. If I can just learn to love rewriting a bit more…..
October 29, 2009
Hemingway in 1950
I’ve been collecting quotes on writing by other writers. Whenever I need to get the psyche pumped up for doing some writing, I read these over. Here’s some you might like.
“Writings such agony. So’s making love if you doing it wrong.”
“Never correct or rewrite until it’s all down. Rewrite in progress is usually an excuse not to go on.”
“I have never thought of myself as a good writer. Anyone who wants reassurance of that should read one of my first drafts. But I’m one of the world’s great rewriters.” James Michener
“If it sounds like writing I rewrite it.” Elmore Leonard
“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.” Robert Frost
Some final ones by one of my favorite writers, Ernest Hemingway.
“The first draft of anything is shit.”
“The most essential gift for a good writer is a built-in, shockproof shit detector.”
“Work everyday. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail.”
October 4, 2009
Just before the shots - 46 yrs ago.
Today I celebrate another milestone in my writing career. I got published again. This time in an e-zine called Reflective Dog. A creative nonficton piece called, The Motorcade.
It’s about an historical event from the eyes of a fictional bystander. It tries to capture the excitement, emotion and shock of the event.
Check it out at this site,
August 7, 2009
After reading some writing books, I’ve started making an effort to write at least one page a day. So far I’ve been pretty successful. Once I start writing usually I end up with a short story in draft form. Here is the introductory paragraph from a short story called, Arachnophobia, that I completed a couple of days ago. Now for the editing and submission process. Word count on this one is 980.
“Bobby Drux was afraid of spiders. Ever since he remembered this was part of his psyche. Other kids found out and teased him. Whenever they caught one, it was put in his desk at school or his backpack. They laughed as he ran screaming at the sight of the little creatures. That was then, but now even though he was an adult, the fear remained.”
excerpt from “Arachnophobia” by Steve B. Davis