Passive Voice

My bloody nightmare.

I’m sure I’m not the only one who has an irrational fear of passive voice.

I use passive voice without thinking, I’m getting better. But as my editor likes to point out I go a little over board.

Anybody else come across this problem?


I’ve been getting this itch lately. Not like an under the skin itch but a brain itch.

Weird I know, but apparently it’s perfectly normal.

It’s like the hellion to Writer’s Block, but it won’t let me focus on one thing. For the last three years I made myself a promise, I can’t write any lengthy fiction until I finish my first novel. I stuck to it by a T. Since that time has ended, and my novel is done and published, I’ve been bouncing from project to project.

I have been doing this genre jumping thing. It’s sort of out of character for me. I stick to monsters and blood mostly.  But this itch, it’s making me write in an unexpected way. I’m pushing my own writing boundaries. By creating scenarios and scenes that are completely out of what I call my “comfort zone”. I’m spending every hour when I should be asleep wracking my head of plot loop holes.

In the wees hours of the morning I will be going through cases of making a story so believable, there’s no way it can’t be true. I’m stepping out my head and finding a myth that everyone knows, and shoving it out there. Giving it a life, by showing it to the world in its most gruesome form. My next novel investigates one of these situations.

This itch, is pushing me to step out of Brooke’s World and telling the story of a myth no one wants to be true. As humans, we often times try to disassociate with the truth.

As writers it is our job to show the side no one wants to believe. We have to say it in a way that is upsetting. Otherwise it will get lost in the news of yesterday as everything else does eventually.

If it’s not controversial, it will probably be long forgotten. That is the world we live in.

The key lies in turning the itch in ones head, into a story that gets in their face, looks them in the eyes and says “You damn well better remember this”. Then three or so years later they remember back to it, and again it doubles them over by a punch to the gut.

That is the kind of story a brain itch deems to create.

Book Shoot

I decided to have a little fun with my first novel. And since it’s fall, why not have a photo shoot? 

Any thoughts?

Discovery: Part 1

I haven’t picked a theme yet, but simultaneously now I have.

Discovery as a theme has a broad context. You can either think a lot into it or a little as you would like to. Which is nice.

There is this beauty to discovery, it can be a really great thing. Or not. Really, it’s ones own preference.

What is important is that we are all beings. We come from something else. We may not know our origins, or even who we are. What makes us all alike is that we all go on this journey of discovery. We want to find ourselves. Or we want to lose ourselves. Maybe both.

My goal with this theme when I’m writing these poems/ short fiction is to not think about it. I want it to be real. Not created. If a sentence is going to come, then it should come naturally. If only a word comes, then good I have done my creative thinking.

That is what discovery is. Finding life along the way.

Paint: Part 6

On the Wall

Go now,

Free yourself.

These walls take face.

Anew year by year,

The paint recedes.

The drawings appear thy noon.

Paint: Part 5

Canvas Face

These lips,

Red on.

Tan goo,

Blended across.

Dusted cheek bones,


And swirled,

Blush pink.

Lined eyes,

Powdered immense.

Dewy skin,

Come see such a glow.

Paint: Part 4

Feral Time

I see it,

My life on the walls.

These years I’ve lived,

Aging in the same house.

The years flaking away,

Like all this chipping paint.

Powder Pink,

Fading to 20’s blue.

How I see it,

By the water damaged door.

In this house,

Life times,

In layers,

Found in freckled lacquer.