The Awkward First Post

 Welcome.

This is the start of a blog charting my journey from a guy who dabbles at writing to becoming a proper writer - professional and everything! There is no way you are as excited about this as I am, but hopefully I'll be able to change your minds along the way. 

I'll be posting up original short stories here, stuff I won't be shopping around. I have a character I am developing, so some short stories related to him (and others) will be appearing here. I may also be posting up stuff about film, music, other authors I like, books, literary themes, and some of my photos off my phone.

Posting will be a bit erratic. I work shift work, and 12 hour shifts at that, and developing my fiction takes top priority.

And, yes, I need an editor. I like to write, I never said I was good at it...

Oh, and thank you Sam Wiebe for talking some sense into me and suggesting a blog. Sam's a great writer from Vancouver BC. If you like Noir/Detective fiction you owe it to yourself to read the Wakeland series (three books so far, and there better be more!): The Invisible Dead, Cut You Down, and his latest novel Hell and Gone. Sam also offers courses on writing, and his short story course helped bump me out of a rut.

I maintain a Twitter account and can be found there as @Magskall.



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