Ok, this isn’t my first blog. I have made plenty of attempts at blogging but have not had much success because I was really just scattered brained on what I wanted to write, but now I think I have some direction.
This blog will follow me through my writing process. I have written plenty of flash fiction and poetry in previous blog but now I’m taking the big leap into writing an actual book. At fifty-three it is pretty intimidating and I figured I might need some help along the way so I went ahead and purchased a service that walks you through the rough draft. During the process I will give reviews on the course and tell you my experiences.
Next I will be sharing my reading habits to include the books that I read that inspire me. These are the authors that have inspired me to write. Some of the books may be older, but then you might not have read them and this will inspire you to pick them up. This will probably give you an insight to the way my mind works.
By writing this blog I hope to keep myself motivated, especially with your support and comments you provide. It would also be great if you are an inspiring author you could share your experiences in the comments, I would love to hear from you.
Below is an example of a flash fiction story I have written.
Who Doesn’t Like Cake
The party was in full swing! I was turning fifty when my friends decided to throw me a wild birthday bash at the local supper club. There was music, drinks flowing like rivers, but I hadn’t seen the birthday cake yet.
“Hey Bob, what’s a birthday party without a birthday cake?” I slurred, trying to make sense of the excitement. “Oh, there will be a cake, Matt. We’re just finishing up the details.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, wondering what these guys had in store for me.
I didn’t have to wait long because, all of a sudden, I spotted one of those giant birthday cakes you see in movies being rolled out. I hoped they hadn’t gotten me a stripper. Delores would be furious if she knew I had a stripper. I was lucky she let me go out tonight for my birthday with the guys; she never trusted Bob, even though he was my best friend.
Bob gestured for me to come over as he stumbled over to the cake and made an announcement. “Everyone, may I have your attention? This is my best friend, Matt. Since it’s your fiftieth birthday, we thought we’d get you something special.” He bowed and waved his hand in the air like a circus master.
I stood and smiled, waiting for the grand reveal. But nothing happened. Mike stood there, staring at the cake, making another announcement about how it was something special. Still, nothing. Frustration crept over his face, and he walked over to the cake, knocking on it and saying, “It’s time, come out.”
Suddenly, there was some movement in the cake, and the top opened up. But it wasn’t a stripper—it was something far worse, a clown.
“Hey there, gentleman. I’m here to entertain,” the clown growled in a voice that matched his outfit. He had red hair in an afro, white makeup, and dark circles around his eyes. His face was painted crookedly, just like The Joker in Batman. His outfit was red and black, with big black boots to complete the ensemble.
Everyone was stunned, frozen in place until they saw the machete being pulled out of the cake. Chaos erupted as everyone ran for the exits, only to find they were locked from the outside. Someone had set them up.
The clown, now free from the cake, swung and hacked at people, blood splattering everywhere. The floor turned into a crimson ice-skating rink, causing people to slip and slide. A group of men tried to stop him, but he was superhuman, tossing them aside easily.
Bob, right in front of me, turned around with a big smile and said, “Don’t worry, Matt. He won’t hurt you. This is my gift to you.” Confused, I asked, “What do you mean a gift for me? Why would you think I would want this?” Bob chuckled and said, “I know you wanted a promotion, but these guys were blocking your way. You were never going to get it if they were here.”
As I looked around, I realized he was right. All those men were my competition for the supervisor position I had applied for. Bob’s words made me feel better, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Bob, you’re one crazy guy,” I said. “I know,” he said, glancing around one last time before turning to me and saying, “Happy birthday, buddy!”
Reading, Writing, and Forget Arithmetic 
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