Since you’re here, you already know I blog on a weekly basis. This is my creative outlet and accountability for each week. Usually, you will find whatever is on my mind, though I am structuring this blog more to be helpful to all my clients and readers.
You will find the freshest content here and on YouTube.
Stay tuned for more fiction, writing advice, and general life stuff on the blog.
YouTube is where I do most of my writing. Every week I host live writing and productivity streams to help you (and me) stay on track and keep writing. You will find me there every Tuesday night at 5 PM Central Time. Please drop by and leave a like or a comment and let me know what other videos you’d like to see.
Stay tuned for new PREPTOBER and NANOWRIMO updates and streams on this channel and maybe even an all-day (12 hours 10k words) stream sometime in November.
Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) ‘Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?
Now that you know who I am, Perhaps you’d like to know whom I help.
I help people find their words. Part of my calling is helping others communicate. So, if you need to find your message, manage your writing time, or find a better way to communicate, I want to help you, especially if you fall into the following categories:
You’re a writer, artist, dancer, etc. who has or wants to start your own business.
I’ve been there, done that, and made most of the mistakes along the way. I can help you balance your time, deal with your finances, and find better clients.
You’ve written or even published your work, but you know it needs another set of eyes.
I provide a non-judgmental critical eye to your work and help you define and hone your message. I can help with editing, self-publishing or query questions, and getting in the right mindset.
You’re just starting to write and you’re wondering if you’ve got what it takes.
First, let me say, you do. I can help with your drive, managing your time, and getting your words in front of other people.
You’re struggling with your English and have trouble with written or spoken communication.
I have been tutoring and training non-native speakers for almost 20 years! I love the language and I can help you become a better writer, speaker, or both.
So tell me…who are you? Do you still need help, even if you don’t identify with any category?
Well, I’m back. It was a nice break and I got some clarity on what to do next.
All good things.
Did you miss me? In case this is your first time here, let me introduce myself.
Here’s how I help:
I create content for websites, courses, brochures, etc.
If it has words, I can write it. I especially like helping creative people describe or advertise their art. I work with words, so those who work with other mediums might gain from my expertise and experience writing product descriptions, web copy, or other forms of communication.
I edit content.
If you’re a writer, or you already have the bones of your message, let me help you improve it. I can help you find and hone your message and target your audience. If you have a general idea of what you want to say but feel at a loss for the actual words, I’m here to help. I can take your words and make them into manageable content for your website or advertising materials.
I teach English.
I am a grammar nerd and an English-language enthusiast. I know this language like the back of my hand and I can help you whether English is your native language or your second or third language. Unsure how to form a sentence? Not sure where to put that preposition? Wondering how anyone knows all the comma rules? I’m here to help. I can teach you the basics or the intricacies of the language in any way that is helpful. Whether you want to be a writer or a more effective communicator, I can help.
I coach writing.
Just getting started? Ready to write that book, but don’t know where to start? I provide one-on-one coaching that will help you get to where you want to be. Want to publish a book? We can do that. Want to write a memoir? We can accomplish that. Whatever your writing desires, I can help you find a routine and rhythm that will help get your goals in front of you and put you on the track to achieving them.
If you’d like to work with me, but are not sure how, CONTACT ME to let me know your needs. I’m sure we can figure something out.
In the meantime, stay tuned to see who you are and how I can help.
Ambitious considering the work I have to do this month, but worth it, I believe.
These competitions keep me writing, so I will sing their praises. If you’re not a writer, consider donating on behalf of those who are on the NaNoWriMo website.
I’m officially starting on the 5th of this month and working on NOVEL 3: THE DAILY GRIND
Here’s a description:
Ten individuals are at a crossroads in their lives: a college student; a pizza delivery driver; a first-time mother; a nurse with an Alzheimer’s-stricken parent; a child playing dress up; a prospective father; an Irish setter; an accountant training for a triathlon; a barista; and an author.
Each faces a choice: a decision between acting on instinct or through measured choice, of listening to others or one’s own inner voice. As these individuals negotiate their decisions, brushing against each other on an otherwise normal autumn evening, they unwittingly circle a university coffee shop–The Daily Grind–where someone is waiting who may have all the answers.
Stay tuned for more updates and don’t forget to COMMENT ABOUT BURCH below.
Burch is finished. You can find him in Part 1 if you’d like to follow him again. I hope you had as much fun reading as I had writing him, but now I need to know…
What did you think?
Did you like the story? Did you see the ending coming? What are your burning questions?
Let me know!
Want to keep reading fiction on this blog?
Let me know!
Have a great idea for what I should do next?
Let me know!
For July, you can expect the same NaNoWriMo updates as I work on TDG, or NOVEL 3, and prepare to launch The Handyman. Do you have something else you want to see? By now you should realize I really need you to…
Alexander Burch III stepped onto the street and breathed deeply. He’d slept only one night in the overpriced hotel room and it was enough. Sometimes the bed was a welcome relief. Others, like last night, he spent tossing and turning, waiting for time to pass.
This was where he liked to be. In the early morning hustle and bustle of the streets. It would take him a day or two to grow back enough stubble to be unrecognizable, but he already sported some growth. His fancy clothes and the rest of his cash he’d left in the room for housekeeping. Burch had a good reputation there. He was always quiet and kept to himself. Left without a fuss and with a big tip. He was welcome.
Out here he had to fend for himself. He wasn’t anyone’s son or grandson, and he didn’t own anything but what his eyes took in. It was all he needed. He made his way down the street at a brisk clip, trying to get away from the moneyed part of the city as quickly as possible.
As soon as he felt the city’s eyes off him, which didn’t take long, Burch again adopted his shuffling gait. Why hurry? He had nowhere to be and all the time in the world to get there. It would be another day or two before he went back to the coffee shop, but no one but Sophie would miss him.
She would be full of news. How Mr. Burch had shown up just as expected and blown them all away with his knowledge of the inner workings of the shop. He had fired the perpetually-late manager and promoted Sophie in her place. She never would have expected it, but it was what Sophie had wanted for so long.
Al would listen and nod and try to keep from smiling. He smiled now thinking about it.
He shuffled along, no longer caring about scuffs on his new shoes, wondering absently where he’d find his next meal.
Al walked past a park, an iron gate and fence surrounding it. A lovely spot. Not the best view in the city, but he already owned that. Al walked past again. When there was a break in the crowd, he donned his beanie and then untucked his shirt. Eventually, he sat. This would do for a day or two.
He milled around, found a better-looking watch, and waited for 5 PM. The airport was the best place to wait since that’s all anybody did there anyway. He studied some of the people. Made up histories about their lives while he waited.
At 5 promptly, he heard his name called over the loudspeaker. He rose from his seat and headed to the airport entrance. There was a man with a sign that read BURCH, though he didn’t need it. The driver recognized his charge immediately and extended a hand for a shake.
Alex shook the man’s hand and asked after his family. They chatted on the way back to the car, a sleek Lincoln parked in the loading zone. Alex let himself sink into the cool leather and closed his eyes.
When he woke, they were at the hotel. Alex could tell by the way he cleared his throat that the driver had done it a few times.
“Sorry about that,” said Alex, handing the driver a 20. He got out of the car. He straightened his spine, grabbed his briefcase, and headed inside.
“Hello, Mr. Burch,” said someone on his left. A hotel employee. She was holding out her hands for his briefcase. He let her take it. “Right this way, sir,” she said and took off at a brisk clip toward the elevators, her behind twitching nicely beneath her skirt.
Alex let her lead him all the way to his room, though he had no trouble finding it. He stayed in the same one every time. He let her open his door, settle his briefcase on the desk, then turn down his bed before he entered the room. He gave her another of his twenties and waited for her to leave.
He hadn’t said a word.
Alex took a look around his suite. It consisted of two rooms, a living area and a bedroom, an enormous bathroom and a conference area. Burch spun in a slow circle, taking it all in. Then he checked the closet. His suit was there, freshly pressed and delivered by the hotel cleaners only the hour before, according to the tag. He thought he could still feel the warmth from the iron on the pressed pants.
Alex took another shower and shaved again, more because it was part of his routine than because he needed it. He picked at his new haircut and put on the suit. He was fastening the last button when there was a sharp knock at the door.
He opened it.
The same driver from before. Chances were he’d never left. Alex said nothing but followed him downstairs to the running town car.
The coffee shop with the green awnings and the old-timey script was just closing for business. A few stragglers placed last-minute orders and the dedicated computer workers gathering their belongings to head home. Alex leaned back against the leather seats and waited patiently.