Punk Fiction Blog

April 13, 2020

Writing the Rebel’s Edge series brought up memories of the past. A past I felt long disconnected to but forced myself to relive from 2013 - 2019. An autobiographical story, written decades later, can cause a rift in self—a duality in nature. I am no longer who I was as a wayward youth, yet to write the story I had to put my...

March 31, 2020

Parallels to my youth rise up as I sit by the window overlooking the Russian styled courtyard below, on the third floor, of the building we have been mostly self-quarantined in. The view is of brick apartment walls with windows and balconies surrounding a courtyard and rising twelve stories high. The green space of the yard...

March 13, 2020

Strange dystopian thoughts creep into my conscious as I walk down the city street. People stay a little back from each other—hands in pockets. No one hits the button to cross the intersection at the circle. The church looms ahead. The structure, all brick with heaven reaching spires, crosses time from 1874 until the urban n...

February 29, 2020

Tenacity is the key to the submission process. The publishing world is fairly small and is slowly being eaten away by changes in commerce and technology. Even with the advent of e-books, real books prevail to some extent. Traction is hard to come by in self-publishing. One of the problems I have faced is my books in print w...

January 31, 2020

Once, if my memory serves me well…

When I was young, I actively sought out change. I looked to the night skies for a sign—a shooting star, an alignment, or an eclipse. I read a lot of books from the esoteric to the bizarre—religious tomes, occult treatises, and quantum theory—and I was, from time to time, uncomfortable in my...

January 13, 2020

When I first decided to keep my writing, it was all done by hand. I would buy college ruled spiral notebooks and color code them for projects. The freedom of writing outside, in nature, was a big draw. I took notebooks with me wherever I went and would write when inspiration struck. I even had small pocket-size notepads to...