I'm a note taker, and a list maker. If I get overwhelmed with the amount of work facing me, I'll pull out my pad and scribble them down on paper. There, that's better. Now its something real and in front of me, which means it can be addressed. Maybe it can even be overcome. Everyone …
Continue reading Smash the Tasks – But You Won’t Win Any Wars that Way
So I wrote a story this week. And it turned out quite bad. Don’t you just hate when that happens? For the last several days, or maybe even a little over 2 weeks, I have been working on a short story. I didn’t know how long it would be when it got going, but it …
Continue reading Writing Thoughts for the Week of 25th May 2020
Part 1: https://sjcwrites.home.blog/2020/05/21/running-short-story-part-1/ He arrived back to the hotel an hour later and walked into the lobby. He felt as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, and a little bit light headed from the wine. Tomorrow would have its own problems, but he was determined to deal with them when they …
Part 2
The hotel was on a narrow side street, with nondescript building blocks rising on either side. It was a quiet and relaxed street that was constantly in shade, and rarely had any traffic pass down it. On one end of the street there was a row of trees that led onto the adjoining boulevard, and …
The elevator doors opened and he stepped out into the hallway, after a glance to see if anyone was out there, a slow craning forward of the neck. There were two ways out of the apartment building and he chose the back way, nodding at the security guard as he pushed against the metal handle …
Continue reading Insight: A Short Story Inspired By Raymond Carver
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Part 1: https://sjcwrites.home.blog/2020/05/04/nightcrawlers/ Part 2: https://sjcwrites.home.blog/2020/05/06/nightcrawlers-part-2/ A high pitched squeal, a layered tone of glass shattering white noise and a guttural hoarse growling underneath, rang throughout the store. And he heard footsteps outside, scrabbling over the broken stonework and debris. Isaac lay still, ears strained and still ringing. And then from the front of the …
He woke. There was a wave that floated through his head, and as it passed through him it filled him with ease and a sense of weightlessness. But then he woke. He saw up in bed. She was gone already. He faintly remembered the sound of the shower running, the noise of her barefoot padding …
Part 1: https://sjcwrites.home.blog/2020/05/04/nightcrawlers/ The store looked to be a large pharmacy chain. Rows of high shelves ran from where they stood to the far wall several hundred yards away. Some of the shelves had toppled, spilling their contents on the floor, and the lights overhead were broken, but other than that the place looked untouched. …
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