This is where I spend a lot of time working on a book. It’s a trial-and-error environment where original ideas are tried, new characters and plots introduced and, in many cases, abandoned as hopeless or useless.  It ‘s also a place to free write, to explore what if’s and why’s.

 

This page will often change—sometimes weekly, even daily. Like all writers, I hope the reader will understand, accept, and be entertained by my stories and characters. I try to make that happen by creating “backstories” about the people, places, and things I portray. You can read some of those exercises here and hopefully get a good idea of what’s in my mind as I “advance the plot.”  Of course, I’d love to know your thoughts and criticisms. Go to the CONTACT page and tell me what you think.

This is where I spend a lot of time working on a book. It’s a trial-and-error environment where original ideas are tried, new characters and plots introduced and, in many cases, abandoned as hopeless or useless. It‘s also a place to free write, to explore what if’s and why’s.

 

This page will often change—sometimes weekly, even daily. Like all writers, I hope the reader will understand, accept, and be entertained by my stories and characters. I try to make that happen by creating “backstories” about the people, places, and things I portray. You can read some of those exercises here and hopefully get a good idea of what’s in my mind as I “advance the plot.”  Of course, I’d love to know your thoughts and criticisms. Go to the CONTACT page and tell me what you think.

My "writer's nest."

Something To Remember Us By

This short story features some of the characters you'll meet in "McTague."  

     “Yeah, since I’m a Junior, I can’t stay here to finish the year. Senior, different deal. My folks have put their foot down. They don’t want me away from home for two years. There’s nobody I could live with, anyway.” 

      Rodney said, “You could get an apartment near ours. Mom would vouch for you.”

     J.C. chuckled. “Yeah, like that would work. A sixteen-year-old kid in his own apartment, going to high school? Unsupervised? You bet. I wouldn’t trust me with that if I were them.

    “You know, it was tough to move here three years ago. Thought I’d never get over it. Now, here we go again, back to a big town. Really jerks me around.

     “Dad’s waitin’ up for me.” He nodded toward  Scotty McTague’s silhouette in the kitchen window.  “Someday, no curfew.”  He reached for the door handle.

     “Don’t knock it,” Rodney said. “My dad’s gone. Would be great to have him waitin’ up for me.” He extended his fist to J.C. “I’ll call tomorrow afternoon. We can ride four-wheelers or something.”

     J.C. bumped Rodney’s fist. “Yeah, that’ll work.” He opened the door then turned to Rodney. “Wait. We gotta do something that we can remember a long time from now. I’ve been Mr. Perfect 4-H all this time. If I’m movin’ right after Christmas, then we need to come up with something—something nobody’s done in our funky little town. You know, something to remember us by.”

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