Category Archives: Write Drunk, Edit Never

Since 2015 I have led a writing group in Switzerland. Technically I wasn’t given the reins until a bit after that but that’s all ancient history. Basically, a group of us get together regularly to write and talk about writing. Here I would like to share a few posts from that group. They are little snippets that I write in the 10-15 minute warm-up session and are then lightly or not edited at all. At the beginning of each session we decide on a prompt; the titles of my entries is that prompt for that session. So if it feels like they are missing an ending, it’s probably because they are.

BS Art

“Why’s it sticking through like that?” asked the 7-year-old boy with the baseball cap. The artist wanted to capture the invasiveness of receiving such a thing. She says, the shock value is the backbone. “Some sort of bone, amirite?!” exclaimed

BS Art

“Why’s it sticking through like that?” asked the 7-year-old boy with the baseball cap. The artist wanted to capture the invasiveness of receiving such a thing. She says, the shock value is the backbone. “Some sort of bone, amirite?!” exclaimed

Time travel

He noticed something was awry when he realized he was upside down and the car had no points of contact with the road. Small lapses of consciousness had been happening ever more frequently and now one had caught him as

Time travel

He noticed something was awry when he realized he was upside down and the car had no points of contact with the road. Small lapses of consciousness had been happening ever more frequently and now one had caught him as

It was the best and worst trip of my life

I had hinted and at times flat-out lied to get her to come. Two weeks of pestering. Two weeks of flirty text messages and messages on her AIM. This camping trip was going to mark the beginning of our time

It was the best and worst trip of my life

I had hinted and at times flat-out lied to get her to come. Two weeks of pestering. Two weeks of flirty text messages and messages on her AIM. This camping trip was going to mark the beginning of our time

You’ve been kidnapped, TV show to save you

I’ve finally come to after who knows how long. Sleep and grog assault my eyes but I manage to focus on the things in my hand. An old cordless telephone with the antenna pulled out and a TV guide dated

You’ve been kidnapped, TV show to save you

I’ve finally come to after who knows how long. Sleep and grog assault my eyes but I manage to focus on the things in my hand. An old cordless telephone with the antenna pulled out and a TV guide dated

Fall

Like I said, I fell into writing because of a girl. I fell out of it because of a girl. When I was finding my stride writing every day, the narcissist in me immediately thought I was the second coming

Fall

Like I said, I fell into writing because of a girl. I fell out of it because of a girl. When I was finding my stride writing every day, the narcissist in me immediately thought I was the second coming

They pulled a bike from the creek

Strawberry creek runs from Blainsville to Newbrook, wending its way six miles through the flats, as the locals call it. About half-way the creek flows into a marsh that is always overgrown with reeds and thistle. This little wetland can

They pulled a bike from the creek

Strawberry creek runs from Blainsville to Newbrook, wending its way six miles through the flats, as the locals call it. About half-way the creek flows into a marsh that is always overgrown with reeds and thistle. This little wetland can