My Arts and Letters

This one obviously relates to what I'm doing with my life now. I started it about 12 or 13 years ago, I have several more chapters done in notebooks, but they aren't computer/editing ready yet, let alone 1st reading/blog entry ready. Hopefully putting this up, now lights a fire under my butt to get those further chapters up here sooner than later. but for know here it is... over 3000 words, so be warned... long post. What You Wish For A Novel (long in progress) By Josie Boyce Chapter 1 The first thing I noticed was the blood. There was a lot of blood that day; that first day that my dreams sort of came true. I opened my eyes as the sun was just starting to emerge through the quarter inch of ice on my window. My new red digital alarm clock blinked 7:49 AM as it squelched  out that old Jackson 5 song “1-2-3 A-B-C” from it's tin speakered "not quite picking up the crappy signal" signal. I seemed to have bit my tongue in my sleep and blood

is the title of this little dialogue piece that I've been writing and re-writing, but never getting much further than this, I do have a few more chapters in various notebooks, I'm going to search through and get that stuff added, as the next part, as soon as i can. For now, this is a fun experiment for me. As to whether it has legs or is any good at all, I have no idea. But i'm really warming to the idea of just throwing stuff like this up here, warts and all, just to feel some kind of small accomplishment with my doodling writing. With A Twist  By Josie Boyce 1. Bette Noire's Confession (As Told To Officer Randolph Runyon) Of course I lied to him. I'm the frail... right?  I couldn't come right out and give him the whole sordid story all at once. It's just not done. Let me back up and start at the beginning. Well, not quite the beginning; but the beginning of my relationship with Mr. Book. I still can't say his name without smil

That I've written and rewritten, but never took to their conclusions. Or maybe I have, and that conclusion is here on yet another blog. I really want to be writing all the time, thinking about writing all the time, and lately in between all the narcissistic photo-shoots, that's what i have been doing, editing, editing, editing, and occasionally writing something new. I've started an RPG slash fiction thing (link)   in order to have something more to look forward to from my gaming experiences, which are like all afternoon, or evening writing prompts, anyway. This blog however is for my more "literary endeavours". Stabs at fiction, chapters from unfinished novels, screenplays, short stories. I can finish a poem, a movie review, a personal essay. But can I finish a short story? It seems nigh impossible. However a readable draft is something I think I can do. Good openings are my specialty. it's the rest of it that is difficult. I'm always onto someth