(Notice I didn’t say writing.)
I wish that the title of this post where at least a little bit of a joke but the truth is that I’m more than a little bit like my mother. She would rearrange what furniture we had on an almost weekly basis. As if there was some optimal configuration of rickety, tattered furniture that would create and illusion of quality and style. Perhaps with the same goals, I’ve re-designed the site again to the form you see before you.
So far the reviews (Scott) have been positive.
I recently received word that my story Normal will be published in the January 16th issue of The Absent Willow Review. This will mark my first publication so I’m pretty stoked about it.
I also got word that I have received third consecutive Honorable Mention in the Writers of the Future contest. I’m nothing if not consistent. I hope that my most recent story, my sixth entry, does better. The deadline for this quarter is December 31st. I haven’t even begun writing yet so I need to get in gear.
The reason I said art and not writing in the title is because I have been trying to get acquainted with digital drawing/painting. It’s a slow process and is slowed additionally by my tool-set but I’m making progress. I hope to have some roughs that I like posted by the end of the year. I’m amazed that my reluctance with writing carries over to drawing.
I can sit with my stylus on the pad, unmoving, for what seems like hours, afraid to move it for fear of creating something terrible. I had the same problem with writing when I first started so I suspect I’ll get over it in time.
I’ll try and post here more often in the future.
How come Dad or husband doesn’t describe you???