A year ago, a friend of mine had an idea for a web series. He asked me to take it from idea to script. I wrote 3 episodes and outlined 3 more. Then he made the first episode.
Here’s that pilot.
In 2011, I started and finished:
8 stories, some short, some shorter
I’m perfectly fine with these numbers looking back, while during the year I felt a constant anxiety of not “doing anything.” I think it’s mostly due to a lack of discipline. I wrote in short bursts whenever it wanted to come out. In 2012, I’ll be working toward a creative routine.
Septemer 20, 2010
This is a short story I wrote for a challenge from NPR called “Three Minute Fiction.” It’s a series of challenges to write a story that can be read out loud in three minutes.
This one had to start with the line, “Some people swore that the house was haunted.” And it had to end with the line, “Nothing was ever the same again after that.”
If you’ve read anything on this blog, you understand that I picked up my pen immediately.
Some people swore that the house was haunted, that the windows flickered with light, an occasional crash heard from the gate. I had never seen these signs of life from beyond, or any life at all.
I rode my bike by the old house every day, sometimes stopping at the gate to squint into the distance. Legend had me watching for a ghost, not the squatter that my instinct was demanding.
This is a video I made of the Thinker Thought Records 10 year anniversary show in Peoria, IL.
I play bass in the last band, Scouts Honor. The day of this show was the first time I’d played with these guys or picked up a bass in 5 years.
Here’s a 5-song EP you can download or listen to.
Here’s that last song I posted the lyrics to.
Monday the 26th
The story started to take its shape on Monday. I had been delivering pizza for about six months. You start to notice your regulars pretty quickly. Some you notice for big tips, some for weird things, like a guy who’s always naked, or a halo of burning herb around a trailer. But our star customer, ask any of the drivers, was Molly McGeehan. The most beautiful customer on our route. The story started when I knocked on her door and it was answered by a ninety-year-old lady wearing rubber gloves.