Test Flight, episode three

“The toilet’s in there,” Merv pointed at the narrow door beside the dinette table. “But it’s broken.” I crouched beside him. There wasn’t room for both of us in the entryway to the camper. “Is there one I can use?” “Oh, you can use it–for storage and the like.” I saw him peek at meContinue reading “Test Flight, episode three”

Life, After Death

Another older piece. Based on real events, written with permission from my patient–who became my friend, and whose heart beat beneath my hands There once was a man–a good man. A decent man. A man who was wheeled into an ER with chest pain and promptly dropped dead.  He was resuscitated for over an hourContinue reading “Life, After Death”

Test Flight, episode two

It looked like a cheeseburger. I tilted my head and squinted. Okay, not exactly like a cheeseburger, but the last cloud really had been shaped like a sundae. My stomach rumbled, and I patted it until it stopped. My trick was going to stop working soon, and then I’d be out of luck. I shouldContinue reading “Test Flight, episode two”

Being a good writer… means having the courage to suck. Bad.

I wrote something this morning–something gratuitously pretentious and magnificently arrogant. Something so over-the-top I cringed while typing it. And now it’s going in someone else’s novel. I couldn’t be prouder. I belong to a writing group where people often post tidbits of their work, asking for critique. I don’t post much because I tend toContinue reading “Being a good writer… means having the courage to suck. Bad.”

Test Flight, episode one

Episode 1 One. Don’t answer. Two. It goes to voicemail after four. Come on, four. Three. Please don’t answer. Shrieking laughter broke the silence on the other end. My heart skipped a beat and sank into my chest. So close. “Oh my God–what?” “Honey, it’s Mom–“ “I know.” Of course, she did–who else did sheContinue reading “Test Flight, episode one”

Of Yellow Barns and Info Dumps

I love the yellow barn. That’s not a metaphor for anything; I honestly love the yellow barn. It sits on the crest of a curve, far too close to the busy road. As if someone spilled a load of rebar onto a country lane and decided, “…meh. Play it where it lies.” It’s not anContinue reading “Of Yellow Barns and Info Dumps”

Welcome to my normal

The cat and I have a ritual. She head-butts me, and I feed her. There’s more to it, really; she meows pathetically, and I apologize for the inconvenience of her hunger (even though I know she’ll only take two bites). I grab her food and pull back the tab–making a point to fashion a scoopContinue reading “Welcome to my normal”

“So you write, huh? What advice do you have?”

The punctuation goes inside the quotation marks. The people asking for advice do not require rudimentary grammar lessons, nor am I, duty-bound as a “real writer” and all, sworn to deliver those lessons on a gleaming platter of sanctimony and pretentiousness. It’s because that comment is, without a doubt, the one I get back mostContinue reading ““So you write, huh? What advice do you have?””