You Don’t Know Me – Don’t Judge Writers Based on Page One

You Don’t Know Me – Don’t Judge Writers Based on Page One

Throughout life we all have that moment when somebody tries to judge us based on little to no information about us—they only judge based on face value. We would often get confused about fitting into a certain clique just because we have colorful hair colors or because we’re covered in piercings and tattoos. Hell, we may get lumped into a group just because we’re wearing a shirt with a band logo on it. Sometimes these early judgments are true, but they’re not most of the time. But that’s how life is and we just go about our business.

However, if you’re a writer and somebody tries to judge your work without knowing your history, your style, your flow, and especially without reading more than just the first page, it feels like the most offensive thing in the world. And I personally just had this moment a few days ago after talking to a guy who said I should write psychological instead of horror. Now if I remembered correctly, and I’m pretty sure I did, psychological is a sub-genre of horror. And, on top of that, he made this comment after reading the first page of an action story I wrote, so…

Dude, if you’re reading this, I just want to tell you this: Know your facts before talking shit.

However, this post isn’t to vent or put a person on blast. I just want to help inform people about what NOT to do if they want to approach a writer. Continue reading the article here

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part Four)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part Three)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part Two)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part One)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Gross Kiss Goodnight (Finale)

It has been a yearly ritual ever since they were born, a ritual that grew more and more dangerous with each passing year. In the beginning it was something they looked forward to. Now it was torture for the three of them.

Last year was their biggest and most dangerous ritual. They were afraid of having to relive those memories, those haunting, disturbing memories that kept them up at night.

This year, they were planning ahead; they were going to survive by any means possible. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Gross Kiss Goodnight (Part Six)

It has been a yearly ritual ever since they were born, a ritual that grew more and more dangerous with each passing year. In the beginning it was something they looked forward to. Now it was torture for the three of them.

Last year was their biggest and most dangerous ritual. They were afraid of having to relive those memories, those haunting, disturbing memories that kept them up at night.

This year, they were planning ahead; they were going to survive by any means possible. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Gross Kiss Goodnight (Part Five)

It has been a yearly ritual ever since they were born, a ritual that grew more and more dangerous with each passing year. In the beginning it was something they looked forward to. Now it was torture for the three of them.

Last year was their biggest and most dangerous ritual. They were afraid of having to relive those memories, those haunting, disturbing memories that kept them up at night.

This year, they were planning ahead; they were going to survive by any means possible. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Gross Kiss Goodnight (Part Four)

It has been a yearly ritual ever since they were born, a ritual that grew more and more dangerous with each passing year. In the beginning it was something they looked forward to. Now it was torture for the three of them.

Last year was their biggest and most dangerous ritual. They were afraid of having to relive those memories, those haunting, disturbing memories that kept them up at night.

This year, they were planning ahead; they were going to survive by any means possible. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Gross Kiss Goodnight (Part Three)

It has been a yearly ritual ever since they were born, a ritual that grew more and more dangerous with each passing year. In the beginning it was something they looked forward to. Now it was torture for the three of them.

Last year was their biggest and most dangerous ritual. They were afraid of having to relive those memories, those haunting, disturbing memories that kept them up at night.

This year, they were planning ahead; they were going to survive by any means possible. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Gross Kiss Goodnight (Part Two)

It has been a yearly ritual ever since they were born, a ritual that grew more and more dangerous with each passing year. In the beginning it was something they looked forward to. Now it was torture for the three of them.

Last year was their biggest and most dangerous ritual. They were afraid of having to relive those memories, those haunting, disturbing memories that kept them up at night.

This year, they were planning ahead; they were going to survive by any means possible. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Gross Kiss Goodnight (Part One)

It has been a yearly ritual ever since they were born, a ritual that grew more and more dangerous with each passing year. In the beginning it was something they looked forward to. Now it was torture for the three of them.

Last year was their biggest and most dangerous ritual. They were afraid of having to relive those memories, those haunting, disturbing memories that kept them up at night.

This year, they were planning ahead; they were going to survive by any means possible. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

November Note – 11/30/19

November Note – 11/30/19

The phone already rang three times today, two of the calls happening within a span of twenty-five minutes. Each one was of the utmost importance, all of them possibly changing the route of Luka’s life. Regardless of whichever one she chose, they all would be nothing but beneficial.

And now, a fourth call was ringing right in front of her.

Luka had applied to so many internships and jobs that she couldn’t keep up with which company or person she was talking to. She had to quickly go through her list of job listings with every call just to make sure she remembered.

Her phone rang three times now. She had to answer to see what kind of offer she could possibly get. Tapping the green button on the bottom of her screen, she answered, “Hello?”


The eleventh month of the calendar has come to a close, leaving only December left…

I really thought about making a dramatic openings, but I gave up really quickly. How are you lovely people doing this month?

Continue reading the Monthly Note for November