You Woke Up Breathing…
Author and Devout Coffeeist
Fiction, I think, tells truths that can’t be easily parsed by science or philosophy. I’m a fan of both, but stories go deeper, to where we have a hard time charting. So truth is found between words and sentences, in actions and dialogue, in relationships, in themes. In stories.
A Few Facts…
My name spelled backward in sinned. I am a proven breeder with seven children. I trained as a molecular biologist, and now work as a nuclear chemist. I write at just about every spare moment I have.
There are few things as wonderful as being swept away by a book or a story. Favorite novels are Anna Karenina by Tolstoy and History: A Novel by Elsa Morante. Frank Herbert’s Dune falls in there somewhere. I love short stories and am drawn to the sparse and terse telling by Hemingway in Hills Like White Elephants and The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber. I read Dorothy Parker’s The Standard of Living regularly, and wonder over the taut and chilling writing of Joyce Carol Oates’ Black Box.
I am a Seattle ex-pat living in the the dripping humidity of South Carolina with my wife, two children at-home, two dogs, and one bunny.
Most importantly, I drive a thirty-year-old Saab.
I publish just about anywhere and update the Recently Published tab to give a link to any new article or story.
Most of my non-fiction is at Medium. It’s a great forum for reading and browsing and for learning new things. It’s free, but you can become a member for $5.00 per month and read behind the paywall.
I publish some fiction at Wattpad. If you like fiction, especially serialized or fanfiction, it’s a great hangout.
I’m in a mad rush to garner 100 rejection notices this year.
“Just write every day of your life. Read intensely. Then see what happens. Most of my friends who are put on that diet have very pleasant careers.”
Available Aug 16, 2018
My Writing Blog
A small snippet of wisdom or an insightful observation that just might get you thinking…
But I bet that sometimes the muse does a dance, and, for reasons unknown, you churn out 1,000 words. Or, heaven forbid 2,000.
There's a moral to this story for writers, but you'll have to mull on it a bit to discover yours. Pluck a blade of grass to chew on and lay, staring at clouds, to consider how this applies to you and your art. Maybe you're in love with dancing cabinets? Years ago -...