How Google has changed writing

This is just a side note I want to share with you guys and gals. It’s nothing of any major importance but I felt it interesting enough to want to write about. Writing for me has always been difficult; creative writing I mean. I’m a big one for plots sticking true to real-life whenever possible and scenarios being realistic. It bugs me when I can tell an author has made up a scenario from whole cloth in his mind, yet the physical characteristics of the location don’t really make sense if you listen/read closely.Sometimes if you were to draw it out the way they described it, the building would have five sides. Huh? That’s not a two-story rectangular warehouse… The hard part about the novel I’m working on is that it’s all based on traveling when the grid goes down. I want it to be as true to form as possible … Read the rest…

Chapter 03

“Everyone inside! Now!” My voice was hoarse but the volume and tone made up for it. “Wh-” Jess started to say, but I cut her off, turning and pushing her towards the door. “Now!” I yelled again. Her transformation was instant. Her mother instincts kicked in; spurred by the concern in my voice. She turned and moved for the right patio door she had emerged from just seconds earlier, grabbing every child between her and the door and herding them through it regardless who they belonged to.  Reaching out to grab Matthew’s arm from the side, she dragged him with her as she moved. He stumbled but caught his footing and helped usher his sister and the other kids indoors. “We need to get inside, man,” I said to Michael. “We don’t know what those things are going to do and we don’t need to be out here. There’s nothing … Read the rest…

Chapter 02

July 4th, 2015 – 1300 hrs EST * Six Hours Earlier * I leaned against the Formica bar wiping sweat from my brow and trying to catch my breath. I’m a healthy athletic guy, but endless trips between the truck and third story of this house lugging groceries, coolers, chairs, suitcases and the myriad other items a vacation for twenty people requires will wear out the best of men. That’s my story at least. Being married and going on vacation is a special kind of martyrdom. “Don’t worry about it honey. I’ll get the stuff upstairs,” I said. “Seriously, I got it. You just go enjoy yourself, ok? Try to relax and do whatever it is you want to do, but I’ll handle getting the gear up here.” Why do we do that? I mean, sure, we mean the sentiment, but after the third trip carrying an unwieldy cooler up … Read the rest…

Chapter 01 (New version)

Chapter 1 July 4th, 2015 – 1900 hrs EST “Shit,” I exclaimed, my hands slamming the steering wheel in frustration. Traffic west bound on the Alligator River bridge was almost at a standstill, moving ever so little every few minutes. We are finally at the middle of the bridge, the steel grate of the rotating draw under my wheels indicating that there is only a mile or so remaining before we are off this death trap. If only we can get off this bridge before someone in front of us runs out of gas. If there is even one car ahead of me that stalls, we’re done for. “Why is it taking so long?” my son Mason complains from the back seat. “It’s the gas station, son. There is a little tourist shop and gas station right at the end of the bridge on the right and everyone is trying … Read the rest…

Chapter 01 (Original Draft)

This post was published to 8:23 at 9:24:10 PM 7/8/2015 THIS CHAPTER WAS LATER REPLACED AS THE FIRST CHAPTER. YOU CAN READ IT IF YOU’D LIKE TO, BUT IT’S NOT PART OF THE ACTUAL NOVEL RIGHT NOW. Chapter 01   04 July, 2015 – 1635 hrs EST “Shit.” I repeated the phrase again and again in my head. I thought maybe it would stop rattling around in there if I’d just say it out loud and be done with it. I look across my campsite, wondering how we’ll make it through this. I’ve been preparing for this for years, but I wasn’t ready. Hell, can you ever really be ready for something like this? Jess, my wife, sits in a green and grey aluminum-framed camp chair, her flip flops off and her toes absently making shapes in the straw-covered loamy shore of the Alligator River, a beer in her right … Read the rest…

Vacation Journal Day 6

*peers from the shadows and whispers* The natives are restless. Ever wake up in a jungle and you can just feel the change in the atmosphere? Ok, well me neither, but if I were to ever wake up in a jungle, this is what I’d picture that dangerous feeling would feel like. It’s a feral sensation in the air. There are somewhere between 6-10 adults and 6-10 kids depending on the day. I think we’re holding steady around 14 people sharing the property at the moment. I’m not sure where I’ll get my writing done now that the house is filling up. With close to 20 people here at any given moment the third floor couches, chairs, and spare rooms are turned into bunk rooms. It’s actually great material for the novel. I get to sit back and watch 20 people that don’t know each other that well have to … Read the rest…

Vacation Journal Day 4

The days are running together over here. I thought all day yesterday that it was Tuesday. It was Monday. Only 72 hours into my vacation and I’m already losing track of time. So how did this massive charlie-foxtrot of an idea turn into what it is now? Hang tight and I’ll tell ya. For as long as I’ve known my wife she takes her birthday week off every year and goes to the beach to spend time with her toes in the water and butt in the sand. *Cue the Zack Brown music.* Well, after my mom retired and moved out to where we live and Amy’s parents retired and bought the RV and sold the house, we are sans a place to hang out on the beach for the first time since we were born. It feels strange to come to the OBX and not have a place that … Read the rest…

Survival Series – Thoughts about Traveling

Preparing for the needs of your home in a power-down or survival situation is critically important, for reasons too obvious to state here. However an often overlooked issue is preparation for traveling. I was working over thoughts today for my planned post about “Vacation Day 3” when it occurred to me that I had a good post topic easily at hand. How many people travel every day and by sheer dumb luck haven’t ever been stranded anywhere? I promise it usually only happens to someone ONE time. After that event they’re always prepared ever after. My wife travels up to about 30 miles from home on a daily basis, on roads she knows and to locations with multiple routes home. Her job dictates she has a four-wheel-drive truck fully stocked with external AC power as well as a water pump and 80 gallon water tank, refrigerator, and a variety of … Read the rest…

Vacation Journal Day 2

Sometimes Mother Nature and her annoying friend, coincidence, can be a real bitch. Today they’re both getting on my very last nerve. I’ve spent the last 24 hours trying to seek out a nice place to have a Woosa moment or two, to no avail. Regardless of the amount of effort I put forth to relax, something keeps pissing all in my cheerios today. Ok, I feel slightly better. I didn’t say what I wanted to say, but it achieved the purpose of letting some of the steam out of my head – enough that I can focus and return to writing, maybe. So, today’s progress towards achieving the ultimate state of vacation happiness has been quasi successful. The work involved in getting setup has been completed and now all that remains is the tasks of actually trying to beat Mother Nature into submission while I sit here and write. … Read the rest…