I haven’t been here for a while, mostly because I decided to set up a blog on my own web server rather than using the blogger site. Then I looked at different free blogging software and although they are all great, there’s some work involved with setup and maintenance. So, I decided to just keep this one. Quick updates: The Chad Little article was well received by the magazine editor. She asked me to do another profile on someone I had pitched to her a while back. The new article is almost written and the Chad Little profile will be …

Am on my second day of no work because of too much snow. This is the first time in something like ten years that the campus has closed. I think the only times before this was when St. Helen blew and Spokane was covered in ash, and maybe when the terrible ice storm blew through town. Both of these events are before I became a Spokanite, so I don’t have very good details. Between shoveling snow–it takes about 2 hrs to clear our drive way–and staying warm, I’m actually getting quite a bit of writing done. I’ve done some shorts …

Actually, I did get paid for another article. It was a book review for a local bookstore’s newsletter. My reward was in used book credit. I spent it right away. This gig is for a small local magazine and it involves interviewing a former NASCAR driver who grew up in our town. I’ve never written a profile before, so I’m a little scared–but kind of in a good way. I’ve talked to the guy already, but our time was cut short due to his family obligations. We’ll continue tomorrow again. I was really nervous and had tons of questions prepared, …

I am officially a writer! I have received no less than two rejection letters, both from agents, and both very nice. Considering that I have submitted my manuscript–each on the receiving person’s invitation–to three agents and one editor, I think two personal responses is a pretty good result. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m of course bummed that these are rejections, but if you talk to any published writer, they’ll tell you about the massive amounts of rejections they got before publishing. I’m very proud of my two. One is from a senior agent at a big name house in …

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Horrible screams echoed from the bottom of the garden as the writer’s hands were poised over the keyboard. She had spent most of the day procrastinating and now as the clock struck midnight, she was finally ready to put some words onto paper. Then, the high pitched sounds outside the house froze her blood and stilled her limber fingers. It sounded as if one of God’s living creatures were being mauled to death. Acting on pure protective instinct, she rushed through the sliding back doors and down the garden path to the source of the screams. Searching in the darkness …

Tonight I went to a local comedy club with some friends. I’ve always admired stand up comics, the good ones makes something really hard looks so very easy. It’s like they’re just hanging out with friends and shooting the breeze. The ones we saw tonight were not that good. Instead of delivering well written material, they relied on shock factor instead. Don’t get me wrong, I like a dirty or offensive joke as much as the next guy. But if it isn’t funny, then what’s the point? So that got me thinking. What I find funny is of course not …

I went to my first writing conference ever last week, the PNWA conference. The whole writing group was supposed to go (all three of us) but my two partners chickened out. Actually, they had really good excuses for why they couldn’t go, but I had already paid my registration fee. After some mishaps about parking—the hotel wasn’t prepared for so many people driving their own cars—I settled in for my first workshop. What I was expecting from this conference was a bunch of already established writers looking down their nose at us plebs that were trying to get an agent …