"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
Hey dad. It's me. Your son. I miss you. I miss you so, so much. Even though you are dead and gone, I will always be your son, by blood, by creed, and I swear on everything sacred that I will carry our last name, our heritage, and face down the powers of this world, …
On January 12th, 2020, I typed my third blog post titled : https://vernonwrites.com/2020/01/12/rejection-to-reflection/ In that post, I talked about sending numerous query letters out to different publishers and how I thought I needed to rush publishing my works of fiction due to the rejection letters, only for me to pull them off Amazon's self publishing …
Upside Down - a fictional story about a guy who finds himself torn between the present time and past memories of a deceased lover. Will her memories keep him from the point of no return? She can only hope so. I give to you my first short film. A fictional script of heartfelt words spoken …
Wow! What a month it has been so far! What am I saying? What a year it has been so far - sheesh! I premiered my first short film two weeks ago and, even now, it seems like an eternity. Time is a tricky entity. Friends and family, as well as a good number of …
This past weekend. What can I say. Really! Friday night, I was lounging on the sofa in my boxers, browsing through my latest dating app. Swipe left for this response. Swipe right for that effect. Instant message these ladies and see what they are about. Video chat with them if they consent. Feel free to …
Finally, the sunrise. The light awakens me. It permeates the cracks of the blinds. It stabs my blackout curtains with prison shanks. I hear the neighbor's rooster. The birds begin to squawk outside my window. The cardinals peck the fallen holly bush seeds. The morning doves perch the ground around my feeders. Cars zoom by …
"How can you just stand there and ignore what is happening between us? You don't know what I've been going through!" I shout at her. "You, you, you, how could you do this to me?" Numerous cars drive by on the city streets. A commercial plane passes overhead. She stands in front of me. She …
How cozy do writers, much less anyone who dabbles in photography, music, or art, have it in today's world as compared to one thousand years ago? One hundred years ago? Fifty years ago? This thought tickled my brain because I cannot imagine having to write a fictional novel by hand. I marvel at the authors …
We met there, again, the other night. She made eye contact with me and bit her lip. Standard first steps of seduction, I think, but if she did not do it then I would have complained. She combed her hands through her hair, ran them over her chest, and dangled them at her hips. Her …
Life as a writer starts with a blank page. I let my fingers rattle the top of the computer keys without actually hitting them. I close my eyes and disappear for a minute or two. I have to ask myself the following questions before me and you embark on our journey together: Where do we …
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