The update schedule in this post is outdated. For the new update schedule, see this post. Thanks for following the Edgar Snatch story. Now that the first three parts of the Edgar Snatch story are posted, I’ve decided to set a schedule for story updates. New Edgar Snatch stories will be posted on Sundays and Wednesdays, starting with Wednesday, June 2nd.
This is entry 3 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch Edgar Snatch pushed the door to the small farmhouse open just as the bottom fell out from the sky, pounding the metal roof with thousands of furious water drops. He looked up at the ceiling and sneered, swinging the door closed. Mother called his name, the name sounding somehow more vulgar when it passed her flabby Read More...
While going through my email in search of a few files for a website I’m working on, I discovered this old story I wrote at least six years ago. It’s a simple, much exercised story that screams, “This was written for a creative writing class in the last ten minutes before the assignment was due!” A man encounters Death and has a short conversation with him. Enjoy.
In the never ending battle between beans and rice, a warrior emerges from a ruined civilization. Once great, the Beans were known for their powerful stature and command of various martial arts. But the numbers were against them. The Rice legions were nearly unstoppable. Until now. A new hero has arrived, having survived the genocide of his brothers, lost in the rim of the white Basin, what the large ones Read More...
This is entry 2 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch “You’ve been bad, Edgar Snatch.” Snatch leaned up from the hay bale with his elbows as wedges to hold his weight. He searched the night for the source of the voice, but his gray eyes couldn’t cut through the darkness. The brewing storm overhead blocked the moon and the stars. “Snatch,” the voice came again, rolling Read More...
This is entry 1 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch “Snatch.” “Snatch?” “Snatch. You heard it just right. They call me Edgar Snatch.” Snatch shouldered the sledgehammer. “What do they call you?” The woman looked into Snatch’s gray eyes and pursed her lips. “I’m not sure I’m going to tell you.” The woman pushed one hand through her blonde hair. “There’s blood on that hammer.”
I am currently focused (other than freelance writing and graphic design) on rewriting a novel I recently completed. The process of the rewrite takes most of my concentration when I switch from freelance nonfiction mode to personal fiction. However, since I started the rewrite, I’ve discovered my creativity has been working full force. Lately, everything I see has been sparking the initial flame of an idea in my mind.
Shelfari is a social network for book lovers. With Shelfari, you can share your book interests and discover books you may enjoy reading. I spent some time this weekend on Shelfari updating my favorite books, books I own and books I’ve read. It’s not a definitive list, but it definitely shows some of what I consider the best books I’ve read. (Minus the graphic novels. Those are there for fun.) Read More...
Recently, I finished reading Horns: A Novel by Joe Hill. To be honest, I’d never heard of the book or the author before I saw the book on a suggested reading list somewhere online. So I picked it up at the local Barnes and Noble with a little bit of nervousness, the way I always feel when I’m blindly buying a book that I know nothing about other than the Read More...
When I begin the creative process, I often find myself struggling to get past the original speed bump of the initial creation. For someone in my line of work, creating things all day in either graphic or written mediums, it sounds strange to admit that creation does not come easily. I believe the initial conceptualizing and commitment to a single outcome is the hardest part of creation, and for many Read More...