The Year I Left My Mid 20’s

If you have been following my writing on this site, and you have good understanding about how and why I write, then you know that key life moments usually make the grade, among other inspiring things. Tomorrow is such a life event. Tomorrow I leave my mid 20’s. Tomorrow I turn 27.

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We Made Them Into More Competent Criminals

Hello everyone. I haven’t written at all this month! Man. Shame. 

Well, I am on here to let you know that I DID write something, but it’s on my other site, The Traveling Social Worker. This is where I write about my work, and other social work related stories. It’s my connection to other practitioners within my field and a way that I can vent out ethical dilemmas without clouding this site. The name of the article is the title of this post. Check it out if you want a little more insight to what I do.

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He Must Go

Hey everyone. Eric here. I thought I would let you all know that I have finally branched out and written something else besides a personal blog post, educational piece, or comical satire on something. Yes, I have delved deep inside the recesses of my mind to find that I actually really enjoy writing short stories.

To find my short story, you can’t actually get it here. You have to jump over to How We Lost the Moon, a website that I am one of the authors for. I help write pieces that catch my attention and I enjoy writing about. Besides my short story, I have written three parts of a so far eight part series called, DeWitt’s Last Hebdomad. It’s really fun and I am honoured to have a spot on the team.

So head over there, here’s the link: http://howwelostthemoon.com/2014/07/26/he-must-go/ And check out my brand newly released short story entitled, He Must Go. I hope you enjoy.

Eric

Even in the Storm

The wind outside is blowing, but in a special way. It ebb’s and flows like an ocean breathing. As I sit in my chair, listening to a music playlist I designed for writing, I can’t help but stop moving my fingers and listen to the wind-dance happening right outside. If I were tired, it would lull me to sleep. I could easily be transported to a beach-side house, reading my book to the sounds of the waves breaking over the sand.  Continue reading