It's All About The Story
Hemingway was counted among the lost generation. Today, are we living with a spoon-fed generation? Has a generation which has been conditioned by an educational system that teaches to standardized testing to be little more than automatons, regurgitating information and data as a demonstration of intelligence, now having difficulty grasping Papa's concept of omission as a means... Continue Reading →
I had always believed living such a great life in my youth was a blessing. Now that I am older and realize my life will never be that great again; it has become a curse. Right out of high school, I began what was believed to be a grand adventure. I joined the navy with... Continue Reading →
I spent much of my younger years as a vagabond, it is the life to which my very soul was drawn. While not looking. I found someone. That person claimed a desire to move with me. However, over time it was apparent she did not share my wanderlust. Sadly, I had become accustomed to a... Continue Reading →
I spent much of my younger years as a vagabond, it is the life to which my very soul was drawn. While not looking. I found someone. That person claimed a desire to move with me. However, over time it was apparent she did not share my wanderlust. Sadly, I had become accustomed to a... Continue Reading →
The last scene of "War Springs Eternal," was a dream and in the dream, the main character was Ernest Hemingway.{I had been reading a biography.} The dream was so vivid, that when I woke, I grabbed my cellphone, opened my memo app, hit the microphone icon and immediately dictated the details of the dream. I... Continue Reading →
Hemingway had a simple trick for overcoming writer's block. In a memorable passage in A Moveable Feast, he writes: Sometimes when I was starting a new story and I could not get it going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the little oranges into the edge of the flame... Continue Reading →
The last scene of "War Springs Eternal," was a dream and in the dream, the main character was Ernest Hemingway.{I had been reading a biography.} The dream was so vivid, that when I woke, I grabbed my cellphone, opened my memo app, hit the microphone icon and immediately dictated the details of the dream. I... Continue Reading →
Chaos – a noun: complete disorder and confusion. Conflict – a verb: be incompatible or at variance; clash Two words. One a noun, the other used as a verb. Both connotate similar emotions. The universe was created of chaos. Human beings can’t seem to live for any extended periods without being in some state of... Continue Reading →
One Day I Was Copyright ©2011 Joseph F. Leonardi All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. Printed in the United States of America. The following... Continue Reading →
The last scene of "War Springs Eternal," was a dream and in the dream, the main character was Ernest Hemingway.{I had been reading a biography.} The dream was so vivid, that when I woke, I grabbed my cellphone, opened my memo app, hit the microphone icon and immediately dictated the details of the dream. I... Continue Reading →
Chaos – a noun: complete disorder and confusion. Conflict – a verb: be incompatible or at variance; clash Two words. One a noun, the other used as a verb. Both connotate similar emotions. The universe was created of chaos. Human beings can’t seem to live for any extended periods without being in some state of... Continue Reading →
Hemingway had a simple trick for overcoming writer's block. In a memorable passage in A Moveable Feast, he writes: Sometimes when I was starting a new story and I could not get it going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the little oranges into the edge of the flame... Continue Reading →
I had a rare moment in which I was able to briefly tune into WILK's the Jason Barsky show. Listening to a caller made me think of the following passages from the novelette "Is Suicide Painless." -26- Out the window of the small jet I stare. The skies become gray. The ground below is scarred... Continue Reading →
Each time I am writing a story, I read the following, and strive to do all except numbers 3 & 6 (which I will discuss in an upcoming post). This particular list comes from open culture. In a writing phase, I read these every morning, every night, and of course, each time before I sit... Continue Reading →
...because at that point in the story, the character is fragmented, and I want to convey that to the reader using the narrative. Instead of telling or showing, I want the reader to experience the story.
As writers and storytellers, we are often too in tune to our emotions and sensitivities. However, it can lead to unique insights.... There was a time I looked forward to each day. There was a time when I was ready. I now know I wasn't ready. I now know I won't ever be ready. The... Continue Reading →
Take a tour of Key West, Florida and follow the Old Man as he passes on his accumulated knowledge of being alive for more than 200 years. One Day I Was is a work of historical fiction that follows the Old Man on a journey through U.S. history. During his expansive lifetime, The Old Man... Continue Reading →
Take a tour of Key West, Florida and follow the Old Man as he passes on his accumulated knowledge of being alive for more than 200 years. One Day I Was is a work of historical fiction that follows the Old Man on a journey through U.S. history. During his expansive lifetime, The Old Man... Continue Reading →
I spent much of my younger years as a vagabond, it is the life to which my very soul was drawn. While not looking. I found someone. That person claimed a desire to move with me. However, over time it was apparent she did not share my wanderlust. Sadly, I had become accustomed to a... Continue Reading →
Take a tour of Key West, Florida and follow the Old Man as he passes on his accumulated knowledge of being alive for more than 200 years. One Day I Was is a work of historical fiction that follows the Old Man on a journey through U.S. history. During his expansive lifetime, The Old Man... Continue Reading →
In 2019 I am expecting to release at least five more stories in The Damaged and Broken Collection --- - “It Is Never Just A Slap,” which Iam currently working on, a woman trapped in an abusive relationship. - “Abandonment and Addiction,” a girl from a broken home who becomes addicted to heroin. - “A Father’s Son,” the... Continue Reading →
Hemingway was counted among the lost generation. Today, are we living with a spoon-fed generation? Has a generation which has been conditioned by an educational system that teaches to standardized testing to be little more than automatons, regurgitating information and data as a demonstration of intelligence, now having difficulty grasping Papa's concept of omission as a means... Continue Reading →
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Contrary to the idyllic lives shown to the world on social media, things don't always work out. Life isn't always good for everyone. Life is often times a cruel bastard. It is time to get back to reality, not the social media bullshite fantasy lives we are fed and over-fed on a daily basis. I... Continue Reading →
-26- Out the window of the small jet I stare. The skies become gray. The ground below is scarred and dotted with waste from a long dead coal industry. I don’t need the pilot’s announcement to let me know we are nearing AVP. The jet begins a steep downward trajectory. Culm rises up to meet... Continue Reading →
Do you miss the passion we shared? Do you long for the romance of uninhibited desires? Do you think of the moments in which we lived lifetimes of raw sensuality? Does your heart ache for the memory of what was? Does your body shake for the lust that was beyond expectations? Does your soul cry... Continue Reading →
The characters I write are all, in one way or another, broken. I write about broken and damaged characters because in my experience, the damaged person is the norm, not the exception. We are all, to one degree or another, in some way --- broken. That is not a bad thing. Many of us survive... Continue Reading →
The latest in The Damaged and Broken Collection --- "Is Suicide Painless" is starting to sell. I want to say thank you to all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
War Springs Eternal is dedicated to my brothers and sisters in arms - -To those who were asked to do the unthinkable. -To those who HAD to do the unimaginable. -To those who are broken and still fighting. -To those for whom the fighting became too much. The world eventually broke Hemingway to the point that... Continue Reading →
One Day I Was Copyright ©2011 Joseph F. Leonardi All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. Printed in the United States of America. The following... Continue Reading →
I am first a foremost a storyteller, one who uses the written word to tell tales. I write for my own pleasure. The length of my works are usually classified as novelettes. I self-publish simply to get my stories out there. I am thrilled if there are others who also might enjoy them. I understand... Continue Reading →
To get started, write one true sentence. Hemingway had a simple trick for overcoming writer's block. In a memorable passage in A Moveable Feast, he writes: Sometimes when I was starting a new story and I could not get it going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the... Continue Reading →
As writers and storytellers, we are often too in tune to our emotions and sensitivities. However, it can lead to unique insights.... There was a time I looked forward to each day. There was a time when I was ready. I now know I wasn't ready. I now know I won't ever be ready. The... Continue Reading →
Chaos – a noun: complete disorder and confusion. Conflict – a verb: be incompatible or at variance; clash Two words. One a noun, the other used as a verb. Both connotate similar emotions. The universe was created of chaos. Human beings can’t seem to live for any extended periods without being in some state of... Continue Reading →
I spent much of my younger years as a vagabond, it is the life to which my very soul was drawn. While not looking. I found someone. That person claimed a desire to move with me. However, over time it was apparent she did not share my wanderlust. Sadly, I had become accustomed to a... Continue Reading →
Take a tour of Key West, Florida and follow the Old Man as he passes on his accumulated knowledge of being alive for more than 200 years. One Day I Was is a work of historical fiction that follows the Old Man on a journey through U.S. history. During his expansive lifetime, The Old Man... Continue Reading →
Whether you, enjoy writing, are a professional author or, as I am, an undiscovered one – there is one destination I highly recommend you visit in your lifetime, The Ernest Hemingway House in Key West Florida. You really don't need any specific reason to visit Key West other than it is paradise, but The Hemingway Home... Continue Reading →
