It's simple: they send you a picture, you write a story about that picture in 1000 words or less. I love a good challenge, so I accepted. It's what they call the Penprints Flash Fiction Dash. Lucky you, my story came out to less than 500 words. Here's the picture they sent me and here's … Continue reading “Away” –for the Penprints Flash Fiction Dash
Ever have that thing that makes you excited even though it hasn't happened yet, and even though it may never happen? Like marriage? Or your dream job? Or that day Oreo and Reese's have babies? Man, I'd eat the crap out of those. Anywho, I'm all not-yet-whoo-hoo because a publisher wants to read my manuscript. … Continue reading A Creator’s Journey #22–Trying To Hold It In
Whenever you ask for something, you need to offer something of proper value. Want food? Bring cash. Want a job? Show them you're good. Want a $30 video game at Gamestop? Bring $320 worth of games. Apparently. Me, I'm a writer. All I have are words. But WHICH words should I offer? Currently, I have … Continue reading Which Book Would YOU Support?
I've never been shy about being a Christian writer who dips into adult content. The Bible is Rated R, so there's more leeway than you think. And I'm certainly not writing to children, not this time at least. Plus, I self-published this novella. I can make my own rules, right? So...why did I change my tune … Continue reading Why I Cut Some Adult Content out of my Adult Book
Ferryman is out and about (*coughfreeifyouSubscribecough*), which means it's time to write something new. Hey, how about that book I've been writing for TWELVE FREAKING YEARS?! Sadly, it still needs work. Unfortunately, I don't know how. It's gotten some good praise, but my frequent reading habits make me wonder if it's too same-old, so I … Continue reading Dear Reader, Will You Tear My Book a New One?
In honor of Suicide Prevention Month, I wrote the following brief metaphor that summarized my feelings during a time when I was leaning towards suicide. "You Never Read Me" You formed my words and gave me inspiration. You cheered on each stroke of loving creation. But you never read me. You counted my pages and … Continue reading You Never Read Me (for Suicide Prevention Month)
The house looks like Abe Lincoln's death trap. A little log cabin where every log, rod, and stick has been fashioned to a razor point, like a wooden porcupine, laced with flecks of something black and silver. Even the sidewalk is covered in wooden nails jutting out at every angle so that there's only one … Continue reading L.A.W.S. A Thinly-Veiled Metaphor for Bad Government
