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I thought about this topic several weeks ago when outlining a chapter to put at the beginning of Mallory Petersen's next adventure, Delta. In the story she meets a classmate about halfway through the story. When I wrote the first draft, I thought the scene worked, but after reading it to a critique group, and discussing it with a friend, I decided I needed to introduce the classmate earlier…

All estuaries flow eastbound, and the subterranean rail tracks keep forcing against the estuaries’ grain and dust foundations perpendicularly to them.

How can a sane proposition -- a quantification of syntax execution (those squirming cuticles through bonds of regression)-- an excessive reflection, reflexive inspection,

Prove its sanity through continued suggestion?

Deductive insurrections stirred in memory,

A rumble, causing sediments…

Like all other aspiring writers, I need help to improve my skills. I value other writer's opinions and would benefit greatly from those who have a lot more experience than I do. Since no one can write in a vacuum, I have joined this community to find such help. Other writers can help me improve in ways that I can't myself. Thanks.

I have currently started a blog at paulnessly.blogspot.com. Feel free to view this blog and share your thoughts on it. I welcome any writer's input as to their own experiences and thoughts.

I wanted to write this on one of the reviews I've done on my other blog, braytonsbookbuzz.wordpress.com but decided instead to write this up as a regular blog. One of the reasons I chose to do it here instead of there is because I initially thought I'd write this at the beginning of one review and it might seem like I was lambasting the author, which, essentially, I am. I could have written up a separate…

Abscission of Abnegation

September 30, 2014 at 5:28am

"Abscission of Abnegation” by Joseph Ashley Eaton

Copyright 2014 Joseph Ashley Eaton. All rights reserved. 

If I am still, I can hear the voices.

Chimes of advices, softly spoken, coronate in neon in my peripherals. Messages, abscissas from the x-axis of words and…

Turning Point

 Visually perusing the waiting room, Vinny saw his homie who appeared to be in a world of his own. Steve counted the specks on the terrazzo foundation. White bloodless…

One day in August of 1991, I was uptown and saw the local taekwondo club had a special offer of two weeks' free classes. I'd always been interested in martial arts, so I thought this sounded like a good deal and started classes.

I'd been in Oskaloosa less than a year and soon after starting my job at the radio station I joined the local community theatre group. I had been acting in plays since…

Brede (Rodeo Romance Book…

Whisper Upon The Water -…

Lynx (A…

Shirley’s Shorts and…

Verses For My King -…

The Tower - by…

Dobyns Chronicles: A…

Warning

Standing at the door, the young man offered his two cents. “What in the hell are you doing in a hospital bed on a night like this? What, you pissed off your girlfriend’s husband? Did he come home too early?”

“Aye, Alvarez that’s top secret stuff. I don’t need you telling the whole world about my private life.”

Looking down the hallway and glancing back, “I hope you left your…