Thursday, October 10, 2019

My heart still remembers

My heart still remembers 
A time in the past
My heart still remembers 
What I thought would last 

A child so precious 
So perfect and sweet 
A soul bright and new
With tiny smooth feet

My heart still remembers 
The wonder and love
My heart still remembers 
Those gifts from above

Days we expected 
That they’d never end
Greeting each child
That heaven would send

My heart still remembers 
Our sorrow and pain
My heart still remembers 
And my soul bears the stain 

The news was then broken 
Of my family’s end
Holding his hand
My chest felt it would rend

My heart still remembers 
The darkest of time
My heart still remembers 
Those who were kind

Then heaven showed us
Another sweet road
Where children were lost
Bearing heavier loads

My heart still remembers 
Learning to love
My heart still remembers 
Children sent from above 

Though born of another 
They're children still 
And I have a home 

And a heart, and a will 

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

What is Time To the Young?



Where do you get ideas for stories? It's a question without an answer. Or the answer is "Everywhere." I get my ideas for stories everywhere and from everyone.

Sometimes I worry a bit as I jot down a phrase or a short story description that someone will read it and recognize who and what was the inspiration and be upset. I work hard so that this will never happen.

I hear people say something. And the writer part of my brain grabs those words and twists them out of their context and into a new form. A new world. A new hero or villain.

Some of my best villains say things I heard from people I admire. And some of my heroes say words from people I don't admire. It's not about where the idea comes from, its all about what I can do with it. And I always hope that no one reads a story of mine and feels I have not been fair in what I have done with words they recognize.

I was listening to a song. As I heard the words the author part of my brain grabbed the refrain and with one small twist, a story came to life for me. It took a few years for the story to worm its way onto the page and be ready for others to read, but it is done now.

The story starts with a boy in college. He is a perpetual student and has been going to one college or another for a long time. A really long time. But things are about to change for him.

A chance encounter with someone he knew, or who knew him changes his plans and those choices have consequences. He has made living without consequences into an art form but he can't do that this time.

What do you do when you have all the time in the world but no purpose? Check out "What is Time to the Young?" and see what happens to a young man that is not as young as he looks, who comes to terms with the consequences of his own choices.

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Every story has a beginning

Once upon a time, every story that I started writing was a novel. Actually, every story was an epic saga that would span multiple novels and become its own universe of books, movies, and more. And as you can already guess, most of these stories were never completed.

So I changed, my tactic. I know have a folder called short stories. Now every story that I start, starts here. As a short story. 

In November 2011, I started writing a story as part of NaNoWriMo. I was excited and inspired. I was ahead of my word count goals and on target. This lasted for 16 days. And then something terrible happened to my novel. 

I finished it. 

You would think this would be a success story. A whole novel, done in 16 days. Amazing!

But that isn't what happened. The novel wasn't finished, the story was. I had not written a 50 thousand word novel. I had written a 25 thousand word short story. 

This could have been tragic. It felt a bit tragic. Poor Edwin Glass was not going to be debuted to the masses of readers and his mechanical companion was destined to stay in the shadows of my memory forever. But then something happened.

I did finish a novel. And as it sat on the shelf of my author's page at Amazon, it looked sad and lonely. Arbor Colony needed some friends. Seed or Stars the second in the series was months away, but what could I do to help out my lonely story? Well, the answer is and was to publish some of the short stories. 

And so I did. 

Every story has a beginning. And every story has an ending. I suppose that I could force more words into every story and plump them up like an inflatable doll. Stretch out the word count. Add a sub-plot, or a sex scene. I have read books where I think the author did this. But I didn't want to do this. I don't want to be that kind of writer.

This may be and have been necessary to writers with demanding editors and a deadline. But I'm just writing for you and me. We don't need to have a word count target to make this work.  I think you will be just as satisfied with a work of 30K words that makes you think, makes you laugh, and holds your attention as you would be with a 120K word story. So, I'm just going to write good stories. I'll edit them and try to polish them up and make them as good as I can. And then if they are a novel, great. If they are, instead, a short story, well that is great too. 

This site has a page that has a list of my short stories. I'll try to keep them grouped logically so that you can find something to read as easily as possible. 

I hope you enjoy them.