When had he come home? Jarrod couldn’t remember. Couldn’t remember how he got there either. All he knew was that the Sunday morning sun was…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Author: hughwesley
“Why can’t we eat yet, Mama?” Danny Gates rubbed a sleepy eye and looked up at his mother. “I told you, Danny — I invited…
You don’t forget the eyes of the man who killed your daddy. Jacob never would. And now those eyes were watching him over a bale…
I don’t have much to say on the NaNoWriMo front today, other than that I finished … I “won” the challenge by finishing my story…
Oh, man … I don’t have much time to write in this space tonight because … well, because I’m right in the middle of the…
You ever build up something so big in your mind and in your actions that a letdown is the inevitable consequence … and you know…
Part of the genius of slotting NaNoWriMo during the month of November is that it backloads the whole thing with all sorts of urgency. Sure,…
My wife and I have developed a real appetite for movies over the last couple of years … which, of course, puts us in the…
You ever have one of those moments when you just know you got something licked? Maybe it happened in January of your senior year in…
Here I sit on Day 14 of NaNoWriMo 2019, and I’m right around 32,000 words into my Novel. That’s a pretty good pace, and should…