So its time to get back to writing. I finished editing the Storm but haven’t made all the changes I marked on my 2nd draft to the electronic file. Its hard to edit but fun to write. I wish i could pay for an editor but until the books start sustaining themselves I guess I’m […]
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The Storm: First Read
Just finished reading my first ever story. It took about 2 hours. I apparently use the phrase “a bit” a bit too much. Still it was a good read. I’m probably supposed to be my own worst critic, but Stephen King was right. When you read your own stuff. Stuff you stayed true to and […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul Part 11
I let her hand fall to the cold concrete stage. I turned to look at Lucifer. He was laughing. The monster was laughing. “Foolish.” He said. I got up and was about to go to his side of the stage when I felt someone grab my arm. I looked back at Braidy and she pleaded […]
Story Time: Mothers Les Paul 10
I played a few rifts just before we got into it. The drummer was now a familiar companion in my head. He did a few beats out to bring me back into the iconic opening of the song. The enemy knew me. He knew my style now, and how well I could play. I wasn’t […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 9
I waited for him to start. Between us was a drummer. He too looked unearthly, inhuman. He clicked his sticks together 4 times and without warning Lucifer started. “Caught Somewhere in Time” jammed into the amp. The wicked guitar solo opening rang in perfect time. The drummer keeping up without effort. It was almost as […]
Story Time: Mothers Les Paul 8
I set Annabelle’s case on the chair next to Gabby. She was looking pretty rough. More than exhausted, she was sick. Her skin was pale and even the ink on her body seemed to be fading as she sat there. “Are you ok.” She nodded. “I have enough to make it. Just. Win.” She said. […]
Issues
I find I’m becoming less and less driven to keep writing on The Pass and instead spend time on the Mothers Les Paul story. This is kinda a bad thing as the blog started out as a place to put the extra writing I had all bottled up in my head. So after this story […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 7
I put my shirt back on. Braidy looked up at me and her eyes were filled with concern. “Hey.” I said. “I’m not dead, its just a bruise. I’ll be ok.” She still looked concerned. “Mike, I don’t think that’s a bruise. I’ve never seen a bruise spread that fast. I could see it. Like […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 6
The dual between the guitarists lasted a long time. Both of them had plenty to offer the masses, and the masses had plenty of appetite for the music. I was partial to Gabby’s sounds. She had a very instinctual, natural vibe that resonated straight to me. She stroked the strings just like my professor had. […]
Story Time: Mothers Les Paul 5
Braidy and I got out of her car. “You sure this is the place?” She asked. I looked at my phone and then at the address. “Yeah looks like it. There’s supposed to be a stairway, ah over there.” I pointed. The stairway looked like a hole in the ground with how steep it descended […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 4
I glided my hand along the sunburst finish of Annabell’s body. Smooth as glass and polished to a shine, it was still flawless. I breathed a sigh of relief. In my mind I didn’t know how it could be. The truck hit me hard enough to throw us both. I don’t know how I wasn’t […]
Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 3
I might as well not go to class for all the good it did. Mathematical equations melded into vibrant colors of dragons, spiders, crosses, and stars of David. I found patterns and designs in spreadsheets of numbers. Her face dominated my thoughts, her insane way of vanishing into thin air consumed my imagination. She derailed […]
So whats next.
I’ve invited a few of you guys from my Facebook. I was wondering what you thought of me going more public with that. Any suggestions would be appreciated. I was also going to bring this up on Twitter and Instagram. More hits is a good thing right? Right now it looks like I have about […]
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