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30 second breather.

Hi all,

Not much today really, still in the middle of a few pieces, polishing up some while still writing others, but just wanted to take a short little blurb away from my normal weekly additions/updates and say hi and thank you to everyone that has stopped by and/or liked what I’ve added to the blog-o-verse thus far.


I’m still new to it all, so I’m sure I may have missed a few opportunities here and there, but I’ll at least say that I will work on it!

So, with that in mind, I hope this particular post finds you happy and healthy and just keep an eye out as I’ll be posting up contest/prompt entries in the next week or so with what I’ve done. Really excited about them as, admittedly, I’m a fairly huge post-apocalyptic fan, so the prompts were exactly the break I was looking for.

Again, just wanted to say thank you to those that’ve stopped by if I haven’t done so personally/responded to you on your blog (working on it, honest.) And hope to see you back here soon for what I’ve been working on.





An update and a new road ahead

Afternoon one and all!

Welcome and/or Welcome back if you’re returning, I’ve been working a little bit ahead of schedule with an unexpected amount of free time to work on my writing. While I have things in a fair place I wanted to put out there the latest snippet from the newly retitled piece
“The Plague Road”

It’s a work-in-progress that I will be fleshing out over the next several weeks as time permits while working my original novel idea.

If you’d like to read the story in its entirety as it stands so far, check out my deviant art page with the full thing here.

Otherwise, continue below the line for just the latest addition.

They started to walk, the countryside laid out before them changing from a sea of overgrown weeds and plants to a long stretch of dead grass. Caleb followed behind Schultz, a written-on map held open in front of him. He matched the small markings on the page to the weathered road signs, worn down from the years of neglect. The road itself was littered with cracks and potholes, entire sections broken off or eroded away entirely. Caleb kept his eyes fixed on the map, glancing up from it whenever they approached anything with a note beside it. The crisp, clean, white paper long since aged to a muted shade of yellow-brown. Even so, following the lines of that tattered old map had brought them that far, Caleb reasoned.

“Just over this ridge here, looks like there’s another town…” He said, finger hovering over the mark on the map.

Caleb glanced back and forth between the map and the hillside in-front of them. He slowed, peering up the shallow hill that rose up like a stairway to the sky.

“Doc you think we should maybe go a-” he stopped and looked around. Schultz was gone. Caleb looked about nervously for a moment before noticing the doctor up ahead. Already on his way up the side of the hill.

“Hey, hold up!”

Schultz didn’t respond, only marched ahead, one foot after another, as he pushed up the stretch of ground before them.

Caleb’s legs were already numb with soreness. The jagged broken highway they had followed for miles paired with the relentless heat of the mid-afternoon sun beating down on them was wearing him down. He barely even felt his leg muscles as they worked to stretch and contract with every step. To the top of the hill, then they’d rest, he’d convince Schultz of that much, he had to.

“Doc, C’mon, slow down,” Caleb said, taking big gasping breaths with his hands on his hips as he finally caught up.

The jagged outline of the town, like a broken toothed smile, came into view as he reached the top. The town of Stillwater. It was a tiny place, the words “safe” and “small” scribbled next to it on the map.

“Swear you’re tryin’ to kill me.”

Schultz turned, the oversized beak-nose of the mask pointing toward him.

“Look how close we are.”

Schultz gestured to the shadowed outline of the city at the foot of the hill.

“No point stopping here…”

“Knew we shoulda gone ’round.” Caleb mumbled.



Mechanical Kingdom – Update

Hi again!

Oh, how time flies when we’re having fun…

Well, I wouldn’t call the recent months to be fun in the traditional sense but I certainly did get a lot of school course work done still working toward my degree. However, now that it is over with and my free time is my own again, I wanted to get back into my writing, diving headlong in and hoping for the best. So, after tackling several writing prompts, nearly a weeks worth to be exact, this was the latest snippet of what I’m hoping to make a recurring appearance, at least once a week, giving an update to this or other character/stories that scream for my attention while I work on my main novel.


Originally, this was posted over on my deviantart page, but for those of you who’d rather not be dragged away over there to see, just check below the line for the latest submission!

As always, thanks for dropping by and taking the time to read. Happy to read comments/thoughts/suggestions if you choose to leave ‘em.







Caleb stood up from the recently deceased body and sighed.

“Schultz, that’s the fifth this week…” He said, scratching his head as he stared down at the lifeless man.

“And it won’t be the last,” Schultz nodded back toward the road, “c’mon,” he added and turned and walked away. 

”There’s always more…” Caleb mumbled.

He adjusted the over-sized bag on his back, centering the heavy load between his shoulders. The various bits and pieces within shifted and settled with every step as he trotted after his friend. As he caught up, he didn’t say anything, only fell in step behind him.

They walked for a time without a word. The whisper of the soft breeze rolling through the overgrown grass as it passed between them. The sun had already started to climb high into the morning sky. The birds, their vibrant shades of blue and red and brown, zipped along the full, billowy, clouds. He’d never told Schultz, but it was his favorite part of their time together. Not the rushing from city to city, not the ever-present threat of bandits and burglars along the abandoned highways, but the long stretches of open field, the grounds reclaimed by Mother Nature over the years, that lay between them and their destination.

Caleb watched the slow-rolling clouds keep pace with them for a long moment before breaking the silence. 

“You still think its worth it?”

“Do I think what is worth what?”

“All of this. Movin’ place to place even when we find a fair spot we could stay? Trying to help folks even when most of ’em don’t want to be helped?”

“Everyone wants help, Caleb,” Schultz gestured his arms open wide from under the folds of his long black coat, “there is still a reason to live, even if some don’t see it.”

He stared at Schultz, a silent hope for more than to justify their endless travel. Schultz continued silently. 

The long, crooked, cone nose–like the beak of a bird–jutted out from the mask over his face, as if pointing the way. Green lenses set into large, round, copper goggles reflected the light over the eye sockets. Dr. Schultz maintained the unsettling mixture of man and crow to his appearance, like the plague doctors from the stories of old. Only they weren’t fighting a plague.

“Caleb, you’re a good man, but I beg you to have faith in the work that we do.” Schultz said. He fished around in the folds of his coat and pulled out a golden locket that hung on a chain around his neck and flicked it open. 

“How could we live with ourselves, once we arrive, if we hadn’t done all we could along the way?” He closed the locket and tucked it back into his layered clothes.

“Where to next?” Caleb asked.


Researching Writing; 3 Helpful hints for making your writing flow

Hi again, happy to see you, and welcome back to those of you returning…

To more pressing matters; specifically, matters involving writing, the process, and what you get on the other side, I’m going to gather what information I’ve found useful in my own attempts at writing my imagination down.

Being an unpublished (both intentionally and undecidedly so) with an interest to pursue my hobby, my passion, to its utmost I’ve spent hundreds, if not thousands of hours pouring over websites, books, guides, lists, and every other manner of self indulgent educational material to see what exactly it is that makes writing work for some and not for others.

And I don’t mean lacking the ability to obtain something to write with, something to write on, and string sentences together but rather the ability to convey your idea, whatever form it takes, to an audience who, from the offset, has no investment in anything you’ve written other than because you wrote it.

So, in the hopes of consolidating a small list of tips, help, and other bits of knowledge to remind myself, and hopefully a few others along the way, a few things to keep in mind when writing, re-writing, or editing.

DISCLAIMER: I am NOT a published author (yet, hopefully soon if I follow my own advice) so take the following for what you will, it’s only what I’ve pieced together from a lot of late nights researching the topic.

1. Write, Write, Write… Oh, and keep writing.

The basic tenant of most writers, and sites I’ve found in my searching is this; if you want to write is to write.

There is no magical formula, no step system in place, and nothing that will do this step entirely for you.

Yes, you can have writing software (I recommend Scrivener, a GREAT program in my opinion), yes, you can outline, brainstorm, plot, and even follow a fill in the blank to create your story, but it is the simple act of doing just that, creating that story and bringing it to life in text that gives you the most gain.

2.  Read!

If your ultimate goal is to write a book that others will read, you yourself will need to read the work others have written.

Many inspired writers scoff at the concept, citing that in the end the masterpiece they are writing could come off sounding like whatever book/series they had just read and not of their own voice. And while that may be true to a point, in the same vein, however, if you don’t know what other people have written?

If you haven’t read something that moved you in some way or made you feel for a character, or even on the far opposite end of the spectrum, if you’ve never read anything so horrifically, offensively, bad that you instantly wish to set fire to every copy of said book on sight, then how do you know what to do and what to avoid?

Reading what others put out there will do one of a few things; show you what works and show you what doesn’t work. Incredibly helpful things to keep in mind when formatting your own writing.

3. Allow yourself to fail. Often.

This was the one piece of advice that I found that hit me the hardest and made so many things clear in my attempts at writing and what I would genuinely suggest any other writer to consider and perhaps keep tucked away in some recess of their mind.

You will, at one point or another, write something that when you look back over it you’ll be driven to ask why no one has outright removed your ability to put words to screen or pen to paper.

I’ve done it I still do it and admittedly it’s far more often than I’d like for it to be. A sentence won’t sound right, it doesn’t convey anything to the reader nor advance the story or plot.

It’s textual garbage.

But the odd part about it, you have to give yourself that much, give yourself that room to stumble and fall on your face, the ability to put down words to represent your idea in whatever offensively bad way it comes out; once its down, re-visit it later and rip it to shreds to make it work.

Making it work will take time, but the more you keep up with the Writing and Reading, having to allow yourself to fail will eventually (hasn’t happened for me yet) help you spend less time writing down that garbage.

It’s not perfect and it’s not a 3 step solution to being the next big seller on whatever market you may have your work planned for but keeping these things in mind will help you get there sooner than just doing nothing.

Agree? Disagree? Have more to add to make these actually true? Or even better yet, are you an author who has gotten your work out there and have better advice than what I’ve found?
Throw it in the comments and let’s discuss!


Day One – Greetings and Salutations

I suppose, as its been said before, the first step is always the hardest. Today is that first step.

Hi, Hello, and Welcome to my first crack at making myself “more available,” as in, getting out there to meet the myriad of other people across the world and hopefully trade a bit of time for a story.

All his despite my normal shyness around strangers. New years resolutions, aren’t they the worst?

Awkward introductions aside, the plan for the stream of thoughts, concerns, and penned frustrations that are to follow from here will chronicle my attempt at throwing my lot in with the other creative souls of the world and set my hand to writing. I’ve toyed with the idea for longer than I care to admit and it has undoubtedly seen more iterations than cell phones, computers, and televisions combined (maybe 3 or 4 less than that total, but so very close) The concept is in hand, or head rather, and I’ve been feverishly pecking away at the keyboard in an attempt to pour this living, breathing world out onto the page.

For those that may be interested, I’m crafting what will be an alternative variation of a steampunk infused (not Victorian) dystopia.

On an abandoned planet that has long since been picked over and left to rot by the roving mass of humanity as it works its way across the universe; those unfortunate souls that have found themselves left behind struggle to survive a world going cold.

Also to come:

  • Short stories
  • Snippets of what I’m working on now
  • Cookies
  • Artist renderings of characters/places/things from within the world itself, and other worlds as well
  • Learning more about how to do this whole blogging thing — forgive my newness I know not what I do!

Lastly, I have to acknowledge right off the bat my incredible family, my wife and daughter, without whom I wouldn’t have to nerve to even begin.