Deadline Ahead

The rain is falling. My sessions are light. The weekend promises to be quiet, and a good one for writing/research combination. I have a deadline in nine days for a short story competition. I know 'what' I want my entry to be 'about'. I'm a little worried about some of the details. My confidence is... Continue Reading →

The Staircase

At a young age, I hung out at an Italian Restaurant in Grand Rapids, Michigan. It's been about 40 years since then, and the only memories that I have of it are images and smells. The lighting was low. The furniture was red. It was crowded but comfortable. The staff was young and kind. The... Continue Reading →

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Christopher James

Secrets and Confessions

Confessions of a Writeaholic

Prose | Poetry | Fiction | Editing

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