Firefly & Wisp Publishing: Sunday Flash Fiction -- A Beautiful Ear... by Jose...

Firefly & Wisp Publishing: Sunday Flash Fiction -- A Beautiful Ear... by Jose...: We give you the first sentence and the genre... you give us a story... 500-1000 words... Horror: Jake didn't need the ear, he just wante...

Open Invitation To All Authors

I won't say I write horror for a living (if I did I'd be lying, I make VERY little money), but I WILL say that horror fiction is my hobby, my life, and my passion. There are some days when I pity all the poor saps out there who don't write; how can they stand it? While terror, mystery, and the supernatural are my things, I feel a kinship with ALL writers. If you put pen to page, you're my brother, my sister, my friend, my fellow traveler. I want to meet you, get to know you, buy you a drink and listen to what you have to say. They say writing is a lonely endeavor, and that my be true, but once you write FINIS to whatever you're currently working on, you're not alone. Far from it. We are a very large and very warm community. We love one another, support one another, and admire one another. 

I hope you will all join me here on Blogspot. All of you are welcome here. Sit down and stay awhile. I'll get the drinks...  

Back for More

Ah...I'm back again. I meant to post something yesterday or the day before (what day IS it? all of mine just...melt together, forming one long, continuous blur), but I couldn't access my account. I forgot that this blog automatically connected to my Gmail rather that my Yahoo, which I use as a primary address. What annoys me about that is that I was all but FORCED to create a Google mail account just to do various elementary things, like join Google+, and the whole set up is perplexing. It took me a week just to figure out how to log into my Youtube without first logging out of my Gmail.

Technology is so goddamn confounding. I swear, I think I was meant for an earlier time. I could imagine myself being happy in 1972 or 1982. The only thing about that is the typewriter. I tried using one a while back, and let me tell you: I couldn't do it. My lines were all off center, I made about fifty irreversible  mistakes, and the ink cartridge ran out of juice after about two pages.

If I could take a laptop with me, just to write on, I think I'd go back to 1955. What a better world.

For the most part.

Virginity Lost

Okay, this is my firs blog post, so bear with me. I promise you I won't take much of your time.
Still here? Good. Let's begin: My name is Joseph Rubas, and I'm the writer of over 150 short stories, countless poems, a dozen non-fiction articles, and a lot of other shit. I live in Fredericksburg, Virginia (a beautiful city with an antiquated charm that never fails to inspire me) and like music, all kinds, but mostly older stuff, the classics. My first collection, "Pocketful of Fear," will be released by Firefly and Wisp Book Publishing on Valentine's Day 2012.

Uh...yeah, that's it for now. I'm really just tinkering around with the idea of a blog at this point. I don't really like the thought of being described as a blogger (I think of stinky, unwashed neo-hippies when I hear the term), but...hey, this is the 21st Century, right?