Star Kava Author

(I have zero rights to this picture, and am in no way profiting from its use.) Deliverance “Here suffer those who did not sin, yet did not have the required portal of our faith. Their punishment is the denial of Paradise.” — Virgil   I spike my spade into the dry unforgiving ground and wipe the sweat from my brow. The heat swelters here, though there is no direct sun. The constant cover of clouds holds the air close, thick, like breathing under water. Labored breaths rip through my chest as I survey the never-ending task before me. My penance I pay for a life of excess and frivolity. Limbo is not a suspended dream state, it is a void of hopelessness, a barren wasteland of the lost. Given the chance, I would have chosen hell over this any day. Those that have been here forever never cease their labor. Acceptance of their fate long past, they continue to arduously move the earth, blank expressions on their face, resigned ...

(I have zero rights to this picture, and am in no way profiting from its use.) Hi All,  I know it is Wednesday but in honor of the beautiful Shannon Leto's birthday I decided to launch my new format today. I came to the conclusion I am giving too much away in my writing, by sharing pieces of my books weekly. I thought that maybe I could do something special for just my blog readers. My idea is called A picture is worth a Thousand Words..which is pretty self explanatory, I will choose a photo and write a thousand word story about it...What do you think?? Here is your first Short, based on the above image. Enjoy! ***** Happenstance I get off the light rail train at the station just a few blocks away from my Minneapolis condo.   The streets are barren, and devoid of life, as most are in their homes hiding from the biting cold. My phone tells me it is midnight as I start down the sidewalk toward my lower level walk out on the northeast side of the ...

So evidently the whole write edit repeat process takes like five years in the world of a dyslexic. I am about 20 pages from changing the tense of my entire first novel AGAIN because evidently it didn't take last time. *heavy sigh* Now I have to basically re-write it. because I read it and can tell it is not good enough. Such is the life of a writer. Self confidence has never been my thing. This week is a little more of the project that my little bitch of a muse wont let me walk away from. I keep waking up with plot bunnies hopping all over my bed, and the bastards are multiplying faster than said furry mammals. So here you go. **** I sleepily drag my luggage onto the elevator at the Rio, barely aware of the two bodies that follow me on to the lift. It is two in the morning and the rest of Las Vegas is bustling. However, I just flew from the Eastern Time zone so my body feels like it is five a.m., which happens to be the time I woke up yesterday morning. I lean sleepi...