Homemade Story Recipe

There are as a many story recipes as there are storymakers and each has its very own charm. However, the basic ingredients of a story tend to be the same across personal variations so what we have here is the basic recipe. It’s up to you what you add or don’t add to it and how you decorate it should you choose to decorate at all. Enjoy! Continue reading Homemade Story Recipe

A Bridge in the Sea

This is the first story in what was going to be The Dansk Finanzbar Chronicles, a series of loosely related short stories in the wonderful tradition of Raymond Chandler although my protagonist was not a private eye but a dreamer, a person who can change reality by dreaming about it, often involuntarily. Long story short, it didn’t work as I expected, so I turned it into a novel. This first story, along with a few others, I think, is good enough on its own, so I’m sharing it.

Author’s note: The ‘z’ in Finanzbar is German and not Danish but hey, that’s how I dreamed it and besides it’s a federation, so there. Continue reading A Bridge in the Sea

The Perils of First Drafts

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before but I like complaining. Yeah, I know, a lot of people like complaining and I think I know why: it’s kind of therapeutic. When you can’t change something (with the minimum effort), you sit back and start complaining about it, and eventually feel better. It’s bizarre, yes. My latest complaining target is the first draft of what I’d call “my second novel” if only “my second novel” didn’t sound so professional-writery. Continue reading The Perils of First Drafts

The Hunting Party

I knew something bad was about to happen the moment Rob walked out on the porch. It radiated from him in great big waves, this sense of badness, of wrongness. Continue reading The Hunting Party

No Rules but One

If you’ve ever Googled “rules for writing” you’re familiar with the abundance of results that it returns, from Elmore Leonard’s 10 rules to all sorts of collections of different writers’ rules, to, of course, whole books on how to write well. Continue reading No Rules but One

Through the Tunnel

The creature Carl saw when he opened the door was filthy. Its stink was even stronger than the odors Carl had more or less gotten used to already. It was filthy but it looked well-fed, which was why Carl did not shut the door in its face and the piece of cardboard it was holding in front of its chest saying ARM/LEG. Continue reading Through the Tunnel