Joshua Shockey

Updates & thoughts on the writing life of Joshua Shockey.

The love that is never to be realized will often remain a man’s guiding ideal.

—Captain Blood
by Rafael Sabatini

Writing about Los Angeles does not make me miss Los Angeles.

But it does make me wonder where the sun has gone.

Junot Diaz!!!

Junot Diaz reading in Union Square today… Who’s coming with me??

“You can’t hide the thunderbolt. When it hits you, everybody can see it. Christ, man, don’t be ashamed of it, some men pray for the thunderbolt. You’re a very lucky fellow. - Calo”
― Mario Puzo, The Godfather

Summer Plans: Kerouac and a road trip; i hope it feels like this picture.

Photo by: Molly Elizabeth Doyle

http://molly-doyle.com/

Summer Plans: Kerouac and a road trip; i hope it feels like this picture.

Photo by: Molly Elizabeth Doyle

http://molly-doyle.com/

sneak peak at the new issue that features yours truly! order your copy now or download the digital.

sneak peak at the new issue that features yours truly! order your copy now or download the digital.

http://nanowrimo.org

Who is excited for national novel writing month!!! Just me? It’s going to be epic people!

NY__ issue No.1

Thank You NY__ for accepting my piece. I am looking forward to the release party!! Everyone else should be too, look for my story, “Summertime Windows” in the first issue sometime this winter. Check out the site:  http://ny-underscore.com/

Reading and writing are much lonelier pastimes when no one is waiting for you to finish.

—Anonymous

My story from the fall issue of That’s Alright Mamma

My story from the fall issue of That’s Alright Mamma

Squawk Back: In My Own Words

In My Own Words

My name is Tyler, and that is the truth. It was once Martin, truthfully, but that doesn’t matter because none of it is real. But maybe that’s the only real thing anyone can say. And I mean anyone. Yes, that means you reader. Anyway, maybe my name is Tyler, and what I want to talk to you about is the fact that I’m being held against my will and setup. I never killed her, and please don’t start in on the “her?” questions. Slow it down. Take it one step at a time. Call it delay if you must.  Call it that if it’ll make you feel better. I was born in mid life. But my back story came, so, I don’t know, maybe I was born before my conception. I started out walking down the hall. At the time, I was existence and nothing else. Existence in perpetual motion down a hall. Believe me, this space between spaces, this traditional, transitional place, limits our progress far more than it aides it. Anyway, with two quick lines, I was sketched into view. A few brief markers, like my nervous twitch, seemed to represent the whole me. It was when I was given a body that I started to realize that I was being manipulated. No sooner was I put on the page than accused of murder. It read, “He had killed her.” But I didn’t. Couldn’t have. Especially not in the past perfect!……

The rest can be read using the link!