CJ's Writer Thoughts

Teaching Grampa to Selfie This week, I made a comment on my Facebook page and mentioned that I've seen a few selfies where you can...

The Autumn Leaves Autumn is (almost) here. What a wonderful time of the year! Temperatures drop at night, making sleep more comfortabl...

Birthday Flowers! Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu, Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu, Happy Birrrrthday Dear CJ, Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu! ...

A Writer ... Writing No one is asking, let alone demanding, that you write. The world is not waiting with bated breath for your article....

by CJ Heck Home alone, the sound of breaking glass wrenched Maggie from sleep.  Waiting, listening, afraid to breathe, her heartbeats ...

Marlborough Man “ Magnetism:   one of the Six Fundamental Forces of the Universe, with the other five being Gravity, Duct Tape, Whining...

Golden Gate Garden I was having my coffee this morning and trying to decide what to write about. To be honest, I was actually waiting ...

Raiding the Cookie Jar I grew up in the days when the Nickels Bread truck would make home deliveries every Saturday morning. The bread m...

Getting Published - Having a Book With Our Name on the Front Where to Begin: Writers often ask me where they should start in trying t...

CJ and Roommate, Chris by CJ Heck Saying goodbye to the last of the first class passengers as they deplaned had become methodical. I...

If Love Had Not Called Me by Robert S. Cosmar To CJ: I would never have known you,  if love had not called me.  The myster...

Have you ever watched a toddler in front of a mirror?  It kinda' reminds me of my cat, Sidney, when he sees a sunbeam.  He just can...

Table in the Foyer The Burning Letter Wading through morning's harvest  of the mail reaped the usual  bills, flyers and...

I'm lucky to have a grownup friend who, like me, also likes to get into a child's mind and write how they think.  Rusty Dail...

A Town Like Your Town by CJ Heck I know a little town like your town. It has a little main street just like a lot of main streets, ...

Life is what we make it ...   A Short Story by CJ Heck  Anna was signing a birthday card for her oldest daughter at the kitchen t...

Mr. Beggar Man by CJ Heck Mr. Beggar Man, you were such a gentle soul.    Each day, you were dressed exactly the same -- a  stain...