Am I a writer yet?

The waitress who’s an actress. The Uber driver who’s a bodybuilder. The banker who’s a painter. The lawyer who’s a stand-up comedian. In the past when people asked me what I do, I always conceded to my day job. “I work in real estate.” I’ve tried to tell people what I really do (where most of myContinue reading “Am I a writer yet?”

Neglecting My Blog

I recently came across an article about common mistakes writers make with their online profiles. “Neglecting your blog” was listed in the top eight. I said shit, opened WordPress, and started writing this overdue post. It’s been well over a year since I’ve added to this blog. A lot has changed since then: I graduated college,Continue reading “Neglecting My Blog”

The couple across the room, don’t know each other’s secrets yet.

She’s a pretty girl. He appears to be a nice guy. I’m sure they met in class. He then went and found her on a social network and liked some of her photos and then she messaged him. The next time in class, he asked her out for ice cream and to go see theContinue reading “The couple across the room, don’t know each other’s secrets yet.”

Sometimes I have dreams.

It was a dim morning. The time of the year when the sun starts coming out a little bit later, in the last part of summer. It’s an odd transition and noticeable to someone who wakes up as early as I do. The pain came with force, right to my head. It happened so quicklyContinue reading “Sometimes I have dreams.”

It’s a wild ride from sun up to sun down.

It’s a wild ride from sun up to sun down. I don’t where to begin this story. So I’ll start where I think you’ll enjoy it the most. My brother, the recently divorced, alcoholic, with rotted teeth, and a receding hairline, rented a Dodge Viper. Classy, I know. Our mission was Las Vegas. I’ve neverContinue reading “It’s a wild ride from sun up to sun down.”

She Came Late at Night

She came late at night, with a dozen roses and a bucket of water. At first, one can assume the water was for the roses. A bucket is an odd choice, but what else could she have it for? I didn’t ask right away, as it was so late. I had to be up early.Continue reading “She Came Late at Night”

Sex in the Airport Closet

Two travelers, both tired, sit adjacent to each other among others. Both coming from Wichita, Kansas to North Point, Maine. It wasn’t exactly a long flight. A couple hours, the layover in Boston added to it. But what came over these two seemly responsible, uncharismatic, straight-laced people, we will never know. It started with aContinue reading “Sex in the Airport Closet”

Journaling = Perspective

Around this time last year, I began to use a online journal called Penzu. Not working on my screenplays on the weekends, this fulfilled a promise to myself to write everyday. This was to be my first journal. You all know what a journal is, right? Your thoughts. Pure prose. Free writing at its finest.Continue reading “Journaling = Perspective”

It’s time to Regroup.

It’s a common tactic in almost every team sport. Things are going bad. Nothing is working as planned. So you get together as a TEAM and you regroup. Now as a writer, regrouping can be difficult. Mainly because you’re a one-man team. In a normal regroup, everyone on the TEAM puts their heads together andContinue reading “It’s time to Regroup.”

The day I broke the chain.

2 years, 3 months, and 13 days. It was a Monday. April 14th. When I started this blog more than two years ago, I blogged about something called “Don’t Break the Chain”. It was a writing technique practiced by comedian Jerry Seinfeld. It was simply a promise to oneself to write every day. Using aContinue reading “The day I broke the chain.”