Keep an eye open on my Shorts! blog Monday night. That’s the night I post September’s story!Earlier this week I found my cache of stories from way back when. Turns out they were on my wife’s computer in the old, failing hard drive that I left hooked up in case we thought of anything we still needed off of it. I’m sure glad it’s not completely gone yet!I took one of my earlier stories and revamped it a little – well, a lot. For me, editing and revising an old story is similar to the definition of home remodel in Atlanta: tear it down to the slab and start all over again. This particular story I wrote ten years ago. The foundation of it is still there, but I tore … Read entire article »

Here are the first two paragraphs of the August short, Hag. Click here to to read the whole thing! When I finally saw her she scared the ever-living shit out of me. So much in fact, it damn near killed me. When I awoke the morning after my encounter I bolted out of bed, threw on the jeans and T-shirt I wore the day before, slipped on my old, cracked cowboy boots and tore down the stairs. It happened so fast I don’t even remember grabbing the keys as I bolted out the front door. Hell, I don’t even remember shutting it. I spent most of the day in Gypsy Tavern across town, swigging house brew, trying to make sense of things. I didn’t so much as acknowledge Jillian the bartender’s … Read entire article »