Mark A. Santomieri's Blog (33)

Considering that some of you might be interested, here is our heroine getting closer to the goal post. What happens after this sequence, well... you'll see later.…

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Working Title: San Francisco Public Works





By M.A. Santomieri







They say romance is dead.



It’s only as dead as you think it is. When I first rediscovered my romance, it was a function of fiction. I was writing an article about the fancy-free idiots who were supposedly fund raising for the metropolitan museum here in my home town of San Francisco. I couldn’t have cared less about them. I did care about the museum, and my city. But these retarded… Continue

This is a sample of what my latest novel looks…

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Here's yet another example of how my fidgeting in my sleep leads to manuscript activity. I penned/keyboarded this last night after a very vivid dream about my days in San Francisco. The obvious writer's mind was twisting these memories around and formulating a story. And here it is. . .as yet formally untitled.



Working Title: San Francisco Public Works





By M.A. Santomieri







They say romance is dead.



It’s only as dead as you think it is.… Continue

Hey all. I know the first tease for Crossed Wires is there, but there's more that I can share, without giving the storyline away.







Meet Bobby



Once born as Robert Joseph Mitterando, the man now known as Bobby "Mitts" Mitterando was extraordinarily unhappy with his fifty six years on planet Earth and everything else that had to do with it. In a word, Bobby felt f*****. He felt so f*****, in fact, that he told his company's boss to stick it up his wazoo and that… Continue

This is the book I have been writing forever. It's where I go when I need to take time away from the manuscript that I am currently in polishing mode on. This is just the first two characters, but pivotal. There are three other pivotal characters. This is an experiment in head hopping times ten.

"Feeback good," grunts Marco. "Pardon format, ooo, ooo."

I've got another 30,000 words on it, and I will present more if you are at all interested.

My… Continue

Hey all! I've been away for some time, but I have something new to contribute.



As a new year starts to progress at pace, I want to make a few things clear to the aspiring writer.

First of all, DO NOT EBOOK! It is a quick trip to being ripped off.

Secondarily, find an agent. Learn how to write query letters for your "baby" manuscript.

Thirdly, be persistent. Don't be afraid and get used to rejection slips.

The most modest of ways, these days, is to proactively try… Continue

Hey folks!

This is a children's/tween's story I have been working on forever, it seems. Here's a snippet. Any thoughts and or critical comments will be greatly appreciated. Please forgive the justification and formatting issues. I am still trying to figure the best way to post previously written documents.















TRILLA AND THE MYSTIC TROLL

BY M.A Santomieri



CHAPTER ONE



Trilla was only just about the size of boggy wallower… Continue

Hey all!

I have just a short note on the concept of writer's block.

It is a figment of your imaginations. Or perhaps I should restate that: it is a function of your imaginations.

When we as writers cease to imagine, we cease to function as writers. We fall back, as it were, into the mundane world.

It is a temporary, although sometimes problemsome, occurence from which every writer at one point or another suffers.

Take a few breaths, stretch and rethink what the story is… Continue

Here is Justine from Free Clinic in one of her better moods.

This is very late in the story, so let me fill in a bit.

Justine has already killed her psychotic husband, a ruthless warmonger with an hallucinated assistant that he called Bingo. He was also a scourge to our heros and heroines throughout the story. She has by now fled to presumed sanctuary at the central HQ of the scientific "resistance" that is trying to save the planet. She is in a foul state of mind, after… Continue

One has to understand the nature of the writing urge. It takes no time to put something down, but it takes a life time to write it out to our love.
William Faulkner once wrote that "writing is as giving birth to ideas." We all strive for this kind of success.
Write on!

It was nothing
ehterial in sculpture
shining white against the winter's bliss
a small thing
freckled with old lawns' dust.
A snowball
most recently kissed
by the smiling face of kid.

The encapsulated opening of this poetry project is attached. This is a collaborative, so all comers are welcome.Big blue ball.wps