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"Defective"

10/17/2021

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​This is a trailer for the first film I ever worked on. "Defective" is actually the brainchild of Gerard Mendez and Rockout 13 Productions. They contacted me when they needed some help with the story development. I didn't write this script, but I did help them put together the story line, work out the details of some scenes, and develop characters. And I did write the script for this trailer.
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Sitting with my Father

10/17/2021

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​My father died at the end of May, 2020.  My Mom always encouraged my imagination, but my father was the one who gave me the first spark to write.  This is a recording of me reading "Sitting with my Father" at his memorial service.  My mom later told me about how he liked to tell people about his writer son who ran a conference once.  I'm just happy to know that he was proud of me. I hope he was proud when I read this.
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Bend The World

10/11/2021

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The Writer’s Great Commission should be “Tell a damn good story.” 

Details are extremely important when crafting a damn good story. The right details will bring a story to life. The wrong details will kill it. The challenge for an author is figuring out which is which.

One guideline I use is “Don’t let the truth get in the way of a good story.”

I write fiction. I write about people who never existed doing things that never happened. Why would I limit myself to the truth when, by definition, I’m making it all up? 

A detail being real doesn’t make it realistic or even important. 

For instance, the correct name of the forms a police officer files when an incident occurs might be important to someone in law enforcement, but to everyone else, it’s not.

During a real trial, a lawyer yelling “Objection!” should be followed by a prolonged discussion about the objection’s merit, not a swift “Sustained!” or “Overruled!”  The prolonged discussions are real. The swift responses are just realistic enough to maintain the illusion the writer is creating.

Analyzing DNA takes about a week, a fact that would slow a fast-paced narrative to a crawl. In fiction, DNA is often decoded within a day or two. While this is not real, realistic enough to overlook and enjoy the story moving on.

What titles are used in the military?  What is the hierarchy of the FBI?  How do hackers break into computer systems? How is a car hotwired?

How much does any of that matter in the end? Most people could not tell the difference anyway. A writer should research these items if they are important factors to the plot or if feel it truly makes a difference in the quality of the story.  Otherwise, it is a waste of time to dig up facts that have no significant value.

Bend the world to fit the story, just be careful not to break it.  The reader has suspended their disbelief, all they want in return is a damn good story.

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The Need for Horror

3/9/2021

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Like literary mad scientists in our labs, horror writers mix verbal solutions and concoct new terrors to unleash on the world. We take the wholesome goodness of something like a child’s laugh and pervert it until the reader feels a chill at its mention. Most cultures have a Halloween or Day of the Dead, where death is not a specter floating in the background, but the guest of honor. 

Why do we celebrate death?  What is the obsession with the macabre that makes us want to be afraid and stare at scenes no one should ever see?  Why do we need horror?

For all its gore and guts, monsters and devils, fears and frights, horror is an art.  Like all art, it has beauty, strange though it may be.  Since all beholders are different, this beauty is not seen by everyone. All art forms share this challenge.  Not everyone can appreciate the grace and strength of ballet, ordered chaos of abstract paintings, or rage-filled catharsis in rap and heavy metal. Artists practice for hours until each step, stroke, and verse is executed with a seemingly effortless perfection. Just as every pas and pirouette adds to the beauty of the dance, each carefully placed shadow and echoing footstep adds beauty to horror.

Beyond beauty, art feeds needs we may have not known we had.  Art gives society the shared experiences that bind us together as one body with the senses it needs to thrive. As a world body, we see the harmony of colors, hear the melodies in life, and laugh at the absurd. We each appreciate these things differently, but we learn to perceive them through art.

Horror addresses fears.  The dark. The unknown. The mad, wild, and insane.  Evil in its infinite disguises. Pain. Bloodletting and disembowelment. Above all these, sits the timeless king of fears, ole’ Mr. Death. These are things which can never be controlled and, as such, cannot be avoided.  What cannot be foreseen cannot be stopped. Madness defies logic and understanding. Evil always ignores the rules of righteousness and the safety these rules provide. There will be pain. Injuries will happen.  Mr. Death is coming.

Horror tales are our waking nightmares with lessons to share.  We must face the monster in the dark and feel the fear.  If the fear grows too great, close the book, turn off the movie, look away, and feel safe again. After the terror subsides, we can be bold enough to look again, replay that movie, and open that book.  If scared enough times by the monsters hiding in the dark, fear scares us less. The monster is not as big as we thought; the dark, not so mysterious.  We can face uncertainty because we have seen these battles play out on screen or in pages. When we meet Mr. Death as we all must, we can match its empty-eyed stare with a steely-eyed glare of our own.

We learn to feel our fear and still do what needs to be done. Acting in spite of fear is the essence of bravery.
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So, write on, you Stealers of Sleep and Knitters of Night Terrors.  Make the witch cast her spell, the ghost rattle his chains, and the werewolf howl at the moon.  Bring Mr. Death in all his many forms.  Create the nightmares the people of world need so badly.  After the screaming and the tears, they will all thank you and line up again for another fright.
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We Stutter

2/19/2021

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(Originally posted on Facebook on September 8, 2016)

I met a kid at the YMCA.  What caught my attention was that he stuttered.  I felt the need to talk to him and tell him that I can help him. I'm not even sure why I thought he needed help. I guess it was God talking to me.  I met with him and his family and talked about my experience as a stutterer and how I've learned to be at peace with my stammer and stop fighting with it. This seemed like a totally new idea to them.  They told me about all the therapy the kid had been through and how none of it worked.  No one ever suggested to them that they should not fight against it but accept it because everyone stutters at some point - just that some do it more than others.  

I started thinking this way after meeting the National Stuttering Association.  Before that time, I was always hoping to beat my stutter. Then, I scored a job as a teacher before I realized that it meant I would be regularly talking for almost 4 to 6 hours every work day in front of three to thirty people, depending on enrollment.   So I joined the NSA and hoped to find the magic bullet that would change everything for me and make my stutter stop.

I met Katherine.  She's the first person I ever met that made me think that a stammer can actually be beautiful.  She was so relaxed when she talked. She stuttered, but she didn't tense up and fight with it.  She knew the tricks and techniques to work through the blocks - I watched her do easy onsets enough times that I learned how to do them - but she never seemed to be at war with it.  I also learned that from another beautiful stutterer named Lucy.  They were cool about it. Even kinda casual. Stuttering became as significant an issue to me as if someone spoke with a lisp or a foreign accent.

That was the first time in my life I learned not to fight with this demon. (BTW, I had literally been told by some well-meaning people that stuttering was a sign of having a demon attacking my soul and that I needed a laying on of hands to achieve deliverance.  Even at a young age, I knew to smile and nod politely as I backed away towards the door.)  From the NSA meetings, I learned the saying that "Stuttering is what happens when you try not to stutter".  When I stopped fighting with it, guess what happened?

No, I still stuttered.  But everyone stutters at some point.  It's just that some do it more than others.

What happened was that I relaxed.  If I stuttered, I stuttered.  If I didn't stutter at any one moment, I would at some point later. And it's alright.  It won't kill me. It's not a disability.  It won't hold me back unless I let it.  And now, I've been teaching for almost 10 years and I'm getting better at it every day.  Not one time in any of my days as a teacher has anyone complained to me or my bosses about my stutter.

Maybe that's why I talked to the kid and his family. I remember what it was like to be 15 and stutter around kids who needed to make themselves look and feel better about themselves by picking on the kid who was different.  Kids with stutters make for easy targets. I remember having well-meaning family who didn't know that things they were doing to help me talk was actually making the problem worse.  I also remember that stuttering never stopped me from making friendships with people worth knowing and holding onto for the rest of my life. It never stopped me from telling a joke, though every PWS will tell you that we always block on the punchline.  It did not stop me from having a rich and happy life full of love and good memories, and it wouldn't unless I allowed it to.

I stutter. You do, too. And that's alright, baby.  That's alright.

Here are some comments I received to this post:
  • From Ms. Zepp:  Interesting. I have many fond memories of hanging out with you, and not one of those memories includes stuttering.
    • My response: That's one of the things I told this kid.  The jerks in the world will not be able to hear anything but your stuttering and will have to comment on it. The good people in the world worthy of being friends with you will probably not notice it much at all.
  • Ms. Ahmed: You have a big heart.  I'm sure you taking the time to talk about your experiences meant more to them than you think.  Kudos to you my friend!
  • Ms Gross: I love this. It's great to show people to embrace, not fight, what makes them different. The love interest in the first story I wrote had a stutter. It's a beautiful thing, baby.
  • Ms. Hodges: I enjoyed reading this post. It taught me some things about acceptance. And I had completely forgotten the stuttering. It's not so memorable.
  • Ms. Tella: Wait u stutter? 😜🤗
  • Ms. MacDonald: Beautiful!
  • Ms. Filer: So beautifully written my friend.  I am so honored to be a part of your journey in life.  Thanks for paying it forward❤️😘😇
  • Aunt Jean: Uncle John And I always call you the genius. a pet name for you was Doc. Don'l remember you stammering.
    • My response: OMG, I forgot that nickname!  LOL! Wow, that takes me back!
    • This is especially poignant as Uncle John is no longer with us.  I have very clear memories of him calling me Doc. It always made me smile.
  • Mr. Bohem: Your stuttering as a youth when we met, was just that - stuttering. It never made you who you are as a person. We became friends because we were meant to, and wanted to.
  • Ms. Blinn: I think your feelings of the need to help is just who you are. You have a huge heart and a kind spirit. If you can share with someone your experience and bring them some understanding and peace you will do so because you care about people and it's a amazing quality to have. On top of that I will add that I've known and had conversations with you many times and for hours and your stuttering has never been an issue. I'm very proud of you for having the courage to know that this is something you have struggled with yet you are a very successful teacher and spend a majority of your time talking in front of many students and I know that you have been a very positive influence to a lot of them. I know your students respect you and I know that you are inspiring to me. Never change that open and loving heart of yours, just continue to follow it.

I refuse to allow stuttering to define me. I will allow the love and support of my friends and family to encourage me in my difficulties and challenges.
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Guest Blog: "Crescendo of Darkness" from HorrorAddicts.net

5/28/2018

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Music has the power to soothe the soul, drive people to obsession, and soundtrack evil plots. Is music the instigator of madness, or the key that unhinges the psychosis within? From guitar lessons in a graveyard and a baby allergic to music, to an infectious homicidal demo and melancholy tunes in a haunted lighthouse, Crescendo of Darkness will quench your thirst for horrifying audio fiction.

HorrorAddicts.net is proud to present fourteen tales of murderous music, demonic performers, and cursed audiophiles.

Please enjoy an excerpt below from Crescendo of Darkness.

“Circe’s Music Shop”
by A. Craig Newman
A music store owner, who won’t be bullied into submission, teaches two hitmen the meaning of pain.

“Check me,” Johnny said. “Do you see it?”

After a cursory inspection of Johnny’s waist, Fats replied, “No, boss. You look fine.”

Johnny made a mental to note to pay a visit to his tailor later. For a $1000 suit, he ought to look better than fine.

“Got yours?”

Fats opened his leather jacket enough for Johnny to see the silver .38 revolver in his shoulder holster.

“You really expecting trouble here, boss?”

“Two weeks ago, two of my top earners came in here and disappeared. A week ago, two more do the same. Let’s just say I want to be ready for anything.” Johnny took out a handkerchief and dabbed at his eyes. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Fats led the way down the stairs from street level to the basement store. Above the door was a small lit sign displaying, “Circe’s Music Shop.” There was no storefront window or neon lights or signs with posted hours. Just a small sign over a solid oak door in the basement of a brownstone.

When Fats opened the door, it struck a bell, announcing their presence. The young black lady behind the glass counter to their left looked up at the two men, and then went back to her reading. They closed the door, striking the bell again. Fats walked deeper into the store. Johnny stayed at the front and looked around.

The store was small, but functional. Musical instruments of all types were mounted on the walls, grouped into functional sections—guitars, basses, and violins; trumpets, saxophones, and flutes; clarinets, oboes, and pipes; and all kinds of drums. There were tables against the walls lined with sheets of music, books, tapes, and CDs. If it weren’t for the open central space to the shop, the place would have seemed impossibly cluttered. As it was, there was only a path through all the ordered chaos to a beaded curtain on the back wall.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” The lady didn’t look up from her book.

“Are you Circe?” Johnny laid his hat on the counter.

“No, I’m Tamisha. There is no Circe.”

“You’re the only one that works here?”

“Owner, proprietor, and sole employee.”

Johnny nodded and wiped his eyes again as he noticed Fats walk through the door at the back of the showroom.

“What is your friend doing?” She turned a page.

“Just checking to make sure we’re alone.”

“We need to be alone?”

Johnny leaned on the glass counter. “Well, we’ve got some important and urgent business to discuss with you and we want to be sure we aren’t disturbed.”

“Ah. Well, he needn’t bother. There’s no one else here.”

“We just wanna make sure. Say, whatcha readin’ there?”

“The Odyssey.”

“Good book?”

“It’s been around for more than two thousand years. Yeah, I’d say it’s pretty good.”

Fats reemerged from the backroom and nodded. Johnny crooked his thumb toward the door.

“Now, we can talk,” Johnny said as Fats locked the front door.

“So, talk,” Tamisha said without looking up.

Johnny reached over and grabbed her book.

“I would like your undivided attention.” He closed the book with a loud clap and tossed it onto the glass counter.

Tamisha sighed and rose from behind the counter. Green and purple flowers on her floor-length dress rippled as she walked to the front of the counter and sat cross-legged on the glass.

“And now you have that. What are you names, sirs?”

“I’m Johnny Teardrop.”

“‘Teardrop’? Sounds like a nickname. Why do they call you that?”

Johnny wiped his eyes again. “Because I kiss the girls and make them cry.”

Tamisha smiled. “Right. Ok. And your name, sir?”

Fats made no effort to answer.

“His name isn’t important. If I like the answers to the questions I have to ask, you’ll never have to deal with him.”

Tamisha nodded. “I’m all ears. Ask away.”

“Four of my boys paid you visits to talk business. I was wondering if you remember them.”

“What kind of instruments did they need?”

“Not that kind of business. They wanted to discuss our insurance policy with you. A policy that all your fellow business men and women in the area have purchased.”

“Insurance? Hmmm…this is starting to sound familiar. Do you have pictures of these men?”

Johnny snapped his fingers and Fats produced a picture of four men on a boat holding up an enormous bluefish. Tamisha smiled and nodded instantly.

“Yes, yes. They didn’t all come together. But the guitar, the mandolin, the kettle drum, and the recorder—I remember these men well.”

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To read the rest of this story and thirteen 
other horror music shorts, check out:

Crescendo of Darkness
Edited by Jeremiah Donaldson
Cover by Carmen Masloski
HorrorAddicts.net Press

Let music unlock your fear within.
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My Writing Process

11/5/2016

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(Originally posted on Facebook on September 14, 2016)

​How I write:
Sit in a room alone with writing equipment, prepared to create. 

Stare at the paper and write nothing. 

Wonder why I'm not writing

Wonder why I'm not having any ideas

Stress that I've lost my ability to write

Realize that writing is all I've ever wanted to do and I'm nothing without it. 

Hear the voices of people who told me to give up

Hear my own desperate plea to God for inspiration 

Hear my loved ones who have cheered me on to chase my dream

Hear the naysayers argue with my loved ones as to why my writing is worthless

Hear my loved ones tell the naysayers eat it cuz I got talent

Hear the naysayers  promise to lay the smackdown on the loved ones for being stupid 

Hear my loved ones threaten to rip the naysayers lungs out if they say anything else

Hear God say "The voices in your head are arguing, and you're just sitting there???"

Write down what the voices are saying

Spellcheck 

Grammar check

Hand in first draft

Drink until the voices stop
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My Writing Philosophies

7/3/2016

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At Wilkes University's Creative Writing program, I learned that much of what I had learned about writing was wrong. Over the years, I had heard and shared plenty of "rules" about writing that were more restrictive than they were helpful. I was encouraged to read other published and successful authors and see just how many of them break the rules and the writing is better because of it. When I saw this pattern, I tried to throw out those rules.
This list is not a list of rules. They are not restrictive at all. Instead, I find these ideas and practices to be quite liberating. I've never written them all down and shared them with anyone. I hope you enjoy reading them and that they encourage you to write as well.


  • I AM MY FIRST READER.
    • ​This may be a statement of obvious fact, but it is easy to forget. All writers want their work to have an effect on the reader. This effect may be simply informational like a news story, or it may be highly emotional like poetry. When I write, I try to remember that I am going to read this work first. If the work doesn't have the desired effect on me, it will likely not have the effect on the reader. I need to love my piece as much as I want the reader to. Anything I'm confused by needs to clarified, anything I love should be enhanced, and anything that bores me needs to be removed. And if the piece has no effect on me at all, drop it and move on to something else. Don't waste time with duds.
  • MY READER IS NOT STUPID.​
    • This thought is how I answer the side of me that questions if the reader is going to "get it." I was told once that all good writing should take a chance and try something new. Whether it's a new word, phrase, characterization, setting, plot twist, concept, etc. - writers should always be experimenting with language and literature. If not, then everything we do has been done before. That's just recycling, which is a great concept for saving the environment, but not very entertaining or productive in a creative work. I know the phrase, "There is nothing new under the sun," and I agree with its sentiment, but that doesn't mean we should not try to innovate. It means that we should be humble and wise enough to know that most anything we think we've done that is brand new has been done by someone else in another place or time. So, take a chance and trust that your reader will take that trip with you. It may be jarring to them, surprising, and even confusing at first, but if your work is quality and the reader trusts you, they will keep reading and seek some closure and explanation. If you provide them that, they will forgive and even joy your innovation.
  • ​​THERE ARE NO BAD WORDS.
    • ​​I think the concept of a "bad word", "swearing", "cursing" or any other term that may be used is misguided. Words have great power, but only if we give it to them. No word is inherently good or bad. I've had people tell me to f*** off, and I've laughed, knowing this was not a statement of rejection, but affection. I've also heard and said "I love you" and felt anything but the warmth of a verbal hug. It all depends on the context. Who said what to whom, when, where and what was going on? Even in my lifetime, words that used to get me grounded or reported to the teacher are now used on broadcast television without anyone even blinking nowadays. We have arguments over who owns what words and should be allowed to say them. Words that were thrown around haphazardly when I was a boy are now guarded and whispered after checking the surroundings to see if anyone might take it "the wrong way". Words don't help or hurt, but the way they are used can do either to a great degree. In making this argument recently, I was asked "Would you want your son to walk around cursing like a sailor?" No, I would not, but not because of the words he might use, but because of what people might think when they heard them. My dad once told me that when people hear you curse, they might think you're too stupid to find a more appropriate word. From experience, I've learned that he was much more right than wrong about that. My son has enough challenges around him, I don't want anyone thinking he's stupid. But, if we get to a point in our relationship and his development that he can tell me to f*** off, I might feel great pride, depending on the context.
  • ​ALWAYS ​BE A STUDENT OF WORDS.
    • ​​I was told by a fellow writer once that I have a large vocabulary. Considering that this was coming from a writer I've learned with and greatly admire, I thought this was a great compliment. My girlfriend has said that she has need to look up words after talking to me to figure out what the heck I was trying to say. When I decided to commit to being a writer, I felt my vocabulary was inadequate for the job. I felt like someone who decides to be a carpenter, but only has a hammer, a couple nails, some screws and a screwdriver. Yeah, that may be ok to get started, but if you're going to be serious about your job, you need more tools. Any smith needs to have many tools to choose the right ones to do the job at hand. That includes wordsmiths. Writers should always desire to learn words they don't know and know more about the words they do know. Any writer that goes through the entire writing process and never once consults with a lexicon of some sort is doing a disservice. Words have a great history and are changing all the time. Writers should stay aware of this evolution and learn when to obey it, when to go against it, and when to attempt going in a new direction.
  • ​​BE PREPARED TO BE ALONE
    • ​​Most people won't understand why someone has a particular passion, and most people have a passion that most other people do not understand. If someone is not passionate about gardening, they will never understand why people do it for hours and hours on end and then get with other gardeners to talk about it before going back to the garden again. Everything I just said about gardening can be applied to writing. Unfortunately, writing is something that doesn't lend itself very well to group activity. Gardeners can join other gardeners in their gardens and garden together. Most books and stories, however, are written by one person. "Writing is a lonely pursuit," I was told once and the speaker was absolutely correct. Writers write best when they write alone. While writing in a coffee shop may give you the satisfaction of knowing that others are looking at you and thinking "that person must be a writer", locking yourself in a room alone will give you the quiet you need to get lost in the world you are creating and delve into the depths of your statement.
  • ​WRITE FAST
    • ​​Slam it out. Don't think too much about it. Save the thinking for the editing stage. You're telling a story. So sit down and just tell the damn story. I have been known to overthink myself out of a good story. On the other hand, when I've slammed out a story without really thinking about it, I've frequently been told that it is some of my best work. While I find that occurrence to be very frustrating, I also find it to be very liberating. Focus on telling a good story and you will. Focus on showing off your awesome writing talent and you won't.
  • ​​​​​​WRITERS WRITE
    • If you write, you're writer. We can debate the meaning of "author" if you want, but writers write. Stories, poetry, essays, articles, blogs, whatever. Writers are the ones doing the writing. If you are not writing, you're not a writer. This may sound like obvious double-talk, but there is meaning behind what I'm saying. There's nothing magical behind being a writer. You don't need anyone's degree or permission to be considered such. All you need is to give yourself permission to write and then follow your passion. If you spend all your time thinking about how you could write the next great American novel, you'll never do it. If you sit down and start writing those first phrases that are always the hardest to get out, you've started your journey. Writers should always be on that journey. Sure, we can talk about it and read about it and mull it over, but if we never cross over into writing it, we're not writers.
​Boxers have the phrase "Let your hands fly." It means to throw some punches and stop worrying about the technicalities. The same can be applied to writing. We need to learn to let our hands fly. Rules be damned, let's write some shit.
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Launched!

3/21/2014

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I am quite excited about developments in my writing career that have taken place over the past year. 
  • Two movies I worked on were filmed; one was featured in a NYC movie festival and another was entered in a contest.  They were film shorts, but still an awesome turn of events.
  • Two different theater companies are currently considering producing two different plays I've written.
  • As a part of my grad school work, I've started work on a manuscript for a novel.  I'm learning to approach the craft from a different and more mature angle, now. No more misconceptions (for instance, getting published does NOT mean you get rich).
I'm becoming more comfortable in my own skin and enjoying what I write. I have a unique point of view on the world around me; I need to be able to enjoy it. I've DO have my own voice. That voice may crack a bit when I sing, but it's my voice. I need to find the stories that mix well with my writing style. For the first time, I feel like I am equipped to identify them when I see them. I've got a backlog of projects I want to work on, but I'm exercising some control. My first priority is to learn as much as I can from my school work. 

Relaunching this website was a big step for me. It gave me a chance to re-imagine what I wanted it to do and style it towards those goals. I took the time to rewrite a story or two and to post new work and some older work that had not seen the light of day before. In short, I'm putting myself out there for everyone to see. I suppose this is my way of "embracing my destiny" to be the kind of writer I am.

I'm sorry if anything I write offends anyone. It's not my desire to be "controversial" or extreme in my content or style.  I just want to tell good stories and have fun doing it.  I am having fun; you can judge if the work is good.
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Distant Song

7/2/2013

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It's been almost a year since my last posting. I have not written much original work since then. When I sat down to write, nothing came out. As I said before, I had no voice, so I didn't know what to say. 

I did, however, get accepted to a graduate school program.  I'm attending Wilkes University's Master of Arts in Creative Writing.  It is a low-residency program, which means that I will be attending classes on the campus twice a year and the rest of the work will be from home.  My first residency was last week.  It was many times better than I thought it would be. 

 I met so many accomplished writers who are members of the faculty that I lost count.  Many of them had been published many times over and are doing what I aspire to do one day - make a living with words.  They were very approachable and willing to discuss writing and their work at any moment.  They talked with the students about their writing techniques.  Some things, like a penchant for writing longhand, were things I do and enjoy already. Other things, like the need for daily exercise, were things I knew that I should add to my routine and process.  None of it was unobtainable.  They made me feel that I had a chance to be a good writer one day.  They enjoyed my work and encouraged me to keep on my chosen path.  

I also met a great bunch of new friends in the other students who were in the cohort. (Currently nicknamed "The Band of Misfits")  They were all great writers with vastly different personalities, funny as all hell, and supportive of each other.  When I stood to read and started by saying bad things about my work or myself, they admonished me to let the work speak for itself and not to "poison the well!"  They, too, encouraged me to just be myself and write what I enjoy.  But they also let me know that I'm not going through this alone.  They will be my friends and partners and support structure as I will be to them and we all move towards writing success.

I left the residency aching to write.  Unfortunately, I've been told to hold off until the assignments come in from school and focus on school work. :(  This is  good advice, I know.  But now, for the first time in a long while, I'm hearing a distant voice.  What exactly it sings is a little to indistinct to hear.  It's too soft and too far away.  But I hear it.  The voice is mine and it sings the future of my work and talent. I can't wait to hear that song up close.  That's when I will produce again.  I'm moving towards the voice on this journey of mine to writing success.  And I'm hearing more and more every day.
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