What I Write About & Why

November 24, 2011

Read, paper sculture

A Saturday drive and a family secret though the eyes of a never-named mute passenger.   An estranged father, all he reaches for, and everything he can’t hold onto. The suddenness of a teen getting what she’s wished for.  A runaway wife ends up more than just free of her brutal husband. A hardworking mother’s rationalizations and promises.  A girl’s odyssey while in a  Navy psyche ward.  A youngster’s role as little-mother in a hectic family.   A dying woman and the young storyteller she invites into her life.  A study in brotherhood, death and denial.  A phone call from an old flame making amends goes askew. 14 Darvocets results in a fateful afternoon.   The moral decision a youngster makes in spite of family alienation.  A woman with a sudden windfall dwells on what she’s leaving behind.  A chilling flash fiction piece studies family ties.  An alcoholic makes all the wrong decisions.  The haunting night before a troubled woman’s children are removed to care. A runaway teen, returned home makes a hard choice.

A reader once emailed me comments about a story of mine. She wrote: Why do you always break my heart with your stories?  I have to tell you, as I did her: I don’t write them that way; they just sometimes seem to do that.

I’m serious about my stories, and I’m a serious creativity coach. But I’m not out to grab you by the throat. I use uncomplicated, calm words, they just seem to slice and nip at readers all the same. Lo Siento.  I’m sorry to bring you close without the warning. Let me amend that here:


My stories may move you. You may think: Oh, wow. Or Damn!  Or possibly, you’ll say, That line just comes back to me and in my mind, that scene keeps repeating. 

Maybe your view of life is from streets similar to the ones I’ve frequented, and these stories may have little effect; except recognition. That could happen. I take sense memories, like joy, despair, anticipation, guilt, bewilderment, confusion & freedom, and use them to build places for my characters to live. We’ve all felt those things at one time or another. I use that sense memory mortar & brick to build the lives I create on the page.  Smooth walkways, nothing to trip over. Doors cracked open enough that you don’t need to bother knocking. Windows to the left and right for a peek inside.  Nothing new or unique. Just slices of life. I only suggest you take the risk. Go on, look.

My NaNoWriMo life

November 17, 2011

web badge for NaNo 2011

How Participating in the Annual National Novel Writing Month events  led to my first published Short Story Collection

NaNoWriMo ( The event that asks you to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days) began in 1999, but, being a late bloomer, I got into it November 2001.

It was a wonderful month. Actually, every year it’s a wonderful month. Year after year. The heaven of writing so intently, 50K words seem to magically end up on the page.

Since that first try, I’ve written first drafts or completed drafts of 8 full novels. And from them, I’ve culled enough short stories that I was able to add 6 of them to the 17 that make up the entire collection of Claiming One.

Part of this joy is in the writing; that month of abandonment and camaraderie with other NaNo’s.

Part of it is in the continuing of the work beyond the month of excitement and bringing these novels into full sized works -But it didn’t end there.

The Magic 3rd Point in the triangle came to fruition with the connecting of that last leg of work: that – for me- is the joy of the completed works.

Pulling a chapter from the in-progress-novels and honing it to a newer perfection took a newer step.  Writing every day is  joy times 365.  How can you say no to that much joy? Why would someone what to?

Yea NaNoWorMo! Long live Joy of Writing.

Welcome to E. J. Runyon’s Author Blog

This is the first of many blog posts to come. As the author of an upcoming short story collection, I’m here primarily to let you know about that publication.

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