In this episode, I talk about making excuses for my inaction, social media as part of my writing career, and why The Disaster Artist frightens me. Also, I spend quite a bit of time talking about the writing process and why forcing myself to do it is probably a good thing.
Author: jbrandonlowry
J. Brandon Lowry is a freelance editor, author, and former academic scientist. In 2017, he quit his job, sold everything, and now travels full time with his wife. His writing has appeared in OPEN: Journal of Arts & Letters, Lit Up, The Weekly Knob, The Junction, and Midnight Mosaic Fiction (where he is an editor). He also edits a travel blog which can be found here: http://theplaceswe.live
A Murderous Scent
She leans in, her plump red lips pursed provocatively, and that’s when I smell it. Midnight Rose. I’m looking deep into those emerald eyes, those hungry lioness eyes, and I know who I’m looking at. READ MORE…
It Ain’t the Kind of Job You Advertise
I need the interior painted, he says, but he’s only showing me the exterior. He swipes again, and now I’m looking at something out of a goddamn horror movie… For some things, it’s hard to remember how you got started. This ain’t like that. READ MORE
No Hook Can Catch Time
“This, Miss Macy, is a rainbow trout. They live in the rivers around here. These are the ones we’re gonna catch tomorrow. Hopefully,” he added, winking. “That’s the thing about fishin’; just ’cause you go out meanin’ to catch a fish don’t mean you will.” – READ MORE
Of Easter and Rabbits and Chocolate Eggs
It was all just so perfect, really something to see/ Mama knew that this party was fit for TV/ “They won’t say a thing, they mustn’t, they daren’t!/ Now everyone will know I’m a really GOOD PARENT!”
It Didn’t Have to Be This Way, Ted
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” thought Ted, sulking. The world had finally ended, just like he had always known it would, and he was stuck with the only three people on Earth incapable of taking it seriously.
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A poem of sorts.
Light As A Feather
There was no sensation of motion; the coffin simply got smaller and smaller. This isn’t right, Henry thought. I’m supposed to be going into the light, not away from it…
Broken Arrow
[…] BUFF crews had been reporting encounters with Soviet interceptors. It had started with tailing at a distance, then escalated to being buzzed at close range…
Slow Burn
June/July 2021 Writing Wrap-Up We’ve only just reached August, and already this summer is on fire! Figuratively and literally–since my wife and I have returned to Idaho,… Read more “Slow Burn”
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