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…