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Collected Writings & Randomness

In October of 2021, I participated in my first Microfiction competition, which also happened to be my first attempt at writing Microfiction. I was given 24 hours to write 250 words or less for my assigned genre of Romantic Comedy. The story needed to involve getting a massage and contain the word “total.” This is what I ended up with...

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In the early months of 2017, struggling to force myself out of an over five-year writer's block, I would leave for the office early to secretly write and record songs for an anniversary gift in empty meeting rooms. While looking through old notebooks a while back, I happened across a poem I’d forgotten I had written. Scribbled on a page opposite drafted lyrics and notes, it was the only other thing I could push through my block at the time. Looking back, almost five years later, it's one of the most telling things I was ever able to write down.

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A polished head reflects the stars.

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I'm not sure how to start an entry like this. I'm not sure how to write an entry like this... But I want to try.

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Another 2020 HITRECORD contribution. Short story for Michael Madsen's “Whiskey River Short Film” project.

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2020 contribution to the Rentals' “Stranded, Out in the Cosmos...” project on HITRECORD.

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On a recent visit to my family home in South Florida, I discovered a surviving draft of an attempt I'd made at writing a fantasy novel between fifth and sixth grade. The lost-to-time full version stretched across almost five hundred hand-written wide-ruled notebook pages, though this early draft only collected the prologue and first couple of chapters.

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Over a decade ago, I found this little treasure stuffed in the netting behind a seat on Southern California's Pacific Surfliner.

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For the longest time, I never really considered myself a poet, a writer, or any other kind of “artist”...

For some of the above, that remains the case, but, as far back as I can remember, I've always carried some kind of notebook on me, and I've always filled it with something. Be it poems, bizarre (and loooong) journal entries, short stories, drawings, comics, there hasn't been a time where I haven't loved having something to pour my imagination into.

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