Hello, all. Once again, been away for a bit. Trying to make a comeback. Sorry for my absence.

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A New Beginning

New Beginning


When I am finally done with a story, I am done with it. At that point in time, is has gone from concept to completion and, due to my way of editing, it has been a grueling process, one lasting anywhere from a few weeks to months depending on how difficult the editing has been.

I love the first part of the story writing. It starts the same for me as with any writer, I think. The idea comes to me from nowhere. Not exactly true, of course. I read. I write. I watch the news. I do all the things necessary for the idea to come but it must come to me. I can’t go out and manufacture an idea. I have never written a good story when I told myself I was going to write about X. The good story comes when the idea just shoots into my head like a thunderbolt, complete with enough details to write it. I know how the story is going to flow, what the beginning middle, and end need to look like and, more importantly, the twist at the end. It can take several days after completing the last story to months for the next idea to come, but when it does finally come, I am like a little kid with a new toy. I can’t wait to get to my computer and start pounding the keys.

It is a feeling like no other. I am sure those of you who create on any level will understand. I get to my writing room, start a fire in the fireplace (yes, even in the summer) and go to work. Only it is not work. It is a high like no other. The ideas and thoughts in my head are at one with my fingers. I am a terrible typist as a rule, but during this time, I will put my skills with anyone. I don’t make mistakes. My fingers rarely miss the keys. During this time, I can close my eyes, see the story in my head, and my fingers will work as commanded. I typically write one to three hours a day. Depending on the length of the story, I will complete the first draft in a week.

Here is where the fun starts to wane. The most horrific words for any writer must be writer’s block and editing. True writers fear one (writer’s block) and dread the other (editing). I am not one to pour over my work and make notes. My preferred form of editing is this. I print the story onto paper, put the written words up in front of me, and write it again. I write the entire story from front to end. When I go through it the second time, if the warm feeling is not there, I write a third time. Maybe a fourth time.

By the end for that process, I might have spent two to three months with the same story, the same ideas, the same characters. Like a marathon runner, I start with a good pace, keep going when the it feels like the keys on my computer are made of concrete, get bogged down towards the end, and trip across the finish line, exhausted and elated the whole thing is complete.

After that, I take a deep breath and wait for the next idea to come so I can start the process all over again. I do all of this knowing I wouldn’t give up this ability, the gift, this course, if my life depended on it.

Thanks for listening and, please, tell me your story.



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What I Learned from Watching Zombie Shows

Here are some fun and often unrealistic things I have learned from watching Zombie shows, as if anything realistic can be learned from watching Zombie shows.


Shotguns, pistols, and rifles hold an infinite number of rounds. They can be fired at will for as long as is needed to fend off the attacking herds of Zombies. No need to take time out for the pesky and potentially deadly reloading. Just keep firing that magical weapon. It’ll kill for as long as you need it to kill. No reloads required.

Along that note, in Zombie world, there is also an infinite supply of ammunition. Forget the fact that all the people who used to make things such as shotgun, rifle and pistol shells are now all Zombies and the factories that used to make them are in ruins. No matter where the survivors roam, they never run out of ammunition. I know there are a lot of bullets in the world, but sooner or later, you’d think they’d run out. At least they’d run out in more remote areas. Remember, those truckers aren’t moving material up and down the highways anymore. They are Zombies, too.

Staying with the weapons theme for the moment, I also noticed this. In Zombie movies, anyone who picks up any kind of weapon firing a projectile – including pistols, rifles, shotguns, crossbows, bows and arrows, even slingshots – becomes so accurate as to make a marksman jealous. People who have never fired anything in their lives can hit a moving Zombie at fifty paces. Not only hit them, but hit them in the head, a must for a Zombie kill in all the shows I have ever watched. If I could shoot that well, I’d be in touring Wild West show.

The last thing I will point out about Zombie movies is really the most interesting. Zombies only get made when people die and get the virus, at least in the version of the shows I watch. No one is having babies and everyone is dying sooner or later. Isn’t this just a waste of time? Won’t the Zombies win sooner or later? Won’t everyone have to die eventually?

Since they are Zombies, will they even know they have won?


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The Moment No One is Waiting For

Hello All,

In checking into my blog this afternoon, I find it has been seven months since I last entered a blog. I know to some of you the inactivity could be perceived as  negligence or laziness. Maybe it a little of both, but it has also been a time when I have been busy prepping my work for a new Ebook. Now that the work is done and the book has been published it is now time for my favorite blog of all. The SHAMELESS PROMOTION BLOG!

Campfire Tales is now available for purchase or reading on Amazon through Kindle. The paperback version is on the way. Once I get that up and ready, there will be another SHAMELESS PROMOTION BLOG!

After Hours is also still for sale. For any of you who tried to read or purchase it previously and were scared away by the poor formatting (sorry about that), I think that has been corrected.


I apologize for the step away from the blog. I thoroughly enjoy the writing process, but the editing and rewrites are a bear. They take a lot of my time and energy. Since this old gray horse ain’t what he used to be, neither is my store of extra energy. After a day at work and another few hours at the keyboard, my energy for blogging was drained away to nothing.

Enough of my sob story. If you are so inclined to do, please take the time to check out Campfire Tales and to revisit After Hours. For any of you who do, I sincerely hope you enjoy each story. They were written with readers in mind.

Thanks so much.

Tim Keen


By the way, just a moment of pride here on a Dad’s part. The cover is original art by Bryan Keen, my son.









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Oh What a Day

      I am old enough to remember vividly where I was, what I was doing, and who delivered the news to me that Elvis Presley had died. Miss Addie stood in the front door of her little house talking to Mom and me with her screen door open. Mom and I were sitting outside in the driveway in our VW Beetle talking to her when she turned her head back to her living room. I don’t remember her television being on or whether it was her radio, but turned back in a nonchalant way and delivered the news that would rock Mom’s world and change me forever.

        “Huh,” she said. “Elvis Presley just died.”

      I was eleven when he died. I will have to say, growing up on the tail end of his life was unremarkable. Mom was a fan so we had the usual collection of movie albums, 45 rpm records, and eight track tapes (cassette was just around the corner, but not yet). I liked him well enough, but I couldn’t count myself a fan at least not yet. That would take time to develop but once it did there could be no bigger fan than I.

      You see, while growing up at the tail end of his life was unremarkable, growing up as I did in the mist of the madness that Elvis Presley the industry became was extraordinary. It hit its stride by the time I was in high school and was at its peak as I hit my early thirties. His songs were packaged and re-packaged into new albums and collectors sets. People couldn’t get their hands on them fast enough. When cassette tapes dominated, the songs were cobbled together again and resold. People ate them like they were food. Sometime during the eighties, it was announced that Elvis Presley the entertainer had surpassed one billion in record sales and that was before the VCR, DVD, and CD phase of music. Once again, re-packaged and rolled out like they were new songs, people attacked them like ravaged wolves.

      There was – is – something about Elvis. People just can’t get enough. From the avid belief that he was still alive and all the shows, books, and television specials that generated to the lurid details of his sex life and self-abusive personality, people just have to know about Elvis. His music was legendary and his command of the audience was unmatched, yet somehow the man’s very life became bigger than the music. If you google Elvis, you can read thousands of articles, watch endless video clips of interviews with people who knew him, women who dated him, even people who just met him and you do all this without once touching on the music itself. To this day, Graceland is the second most visited house in the United States, behind only the White House. I have been to Graceland

and his birthplace in Tupelo for that matter. I haven’t been to the White House. I probably will go back to Graceland before I visit the White House.

     Whether it’s the man who once delivered a woman a wheel chair after seeing her need for one while watching the news or the man who belittled and berated his friends and buying them more cars than they could possibly need while managing to shoot the screen out of a television or two along the way, people just have to know all they can know about Elvis Presley.

      Oh yeah and the music is pretty good, too.

     Anyway, it all ended in the early afternoon of August 16th, 1977.

     Except for those of us who were raised in the mania of Elvis the Industry, it had just begun.


August 16th, 2016

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How Do You Write?

How Do You Write?

      I am interested in your words always. That’s the predominate reason I continue to blog after all these years. But I am also very interested in how you do it. What is your routine? Is it early morning? Is it late at night? Do you like coffee when you write or tea or beer? Do you have a word count that you must hit each day? What is your editing process like? Do you have a pre-writing process? Do you outline?

     One of the things I like so much about writing is that there is no single method for getting where I want to go. I still have a job that go to every day, you know, the one that actually pays the bills while I get this writing off the ground. In that job, there is a discipline required, certain way of doing things, and there are repercussions for not completing tasks in that manner. With writing, it is not so. The only thing that matters is success. Are my stories understood and does my audience like what I am writing. Really the two criteria for a story, especially so for fiction.

     I don’t have a particular set order for when I write, how much I write. I know some famous writers have set for themselves a target for how many words a day they will write. Someday when (notice I didn’t say “if”) I am a full time writer with writing being my only job, I might have such a standard. But now I work close to fifty hours a week. I travel for my company more than I like to so the whole word count thing doesn’t work all that well. My goal is to write everyday. If it’s ten words, if it’s ten thousand words, I just want to put my fingers on the keyboard and let my mind run wild.

    My favorite time to write is when I am done with whatever chores I feel are necessary to keep my house of cards from blowing down. This is around five in the evening on most work days and earlier on the weekends. It is not a requirement for writing, but I like staring whatever I am going to be working on when I have just opened a beer. I can’t write while drunk, but a couple of beers will always seem to put the world I have been fighting behind me and bring out the creative juices. Being creative is what it is all about. I would do almost anything to be more creative. It is a drug all its own. Those of you who know what I am talking about, know what I am talking about.

     I have a favorite place to write. It is in front of my fireplace with a fire going, regardless of how hot or cold it is. My wife thinks I am crazy in July with the a fire going while the air conditioner is cooling everything down but that is what works for me, so that is what I do. It will only be crazy if I am not someday making a living writer. When (not “if”) I am as famous as other famous authors, writing in front of a fire in July will become the gold standard for where to write.

    The last thing I will tackle in this post are my editing and pre-writing styles. I don’t have any. I will piddle and paddle along, tinkering at the edges, reading everything I can to try and have an idea for a story, but it has to be just that. An idea! A thunderbolt. Inspiration. I have never done well when I sat down and tried to manufacture a story. It has to be something that comes to me. When it does, I don’t need an outline. The outline is in my head, clear as a sunny day, ready for me to write. I know the beginning, the middle, and the ending. I don’t have to do anything but write it (Note my Thunderbolts From God post).

     Once it is written, the editing style I have adopted is to just write it again. I print off what I have written, stick it in front of my face and write it again. I don’t have set number of times to write it. I write it until it is a story that I am comfortable with. It is usually three times but sometimes more sometimes less.

      Again, the thing I like about writing is that there are no rules for how to do it. It only matters that it is good. A Hall of Fame football coach once revealed that he only had two rules. Be on time and play like hell. That kind of sums up what I would tell any aspiring writer.

     Now that I have shared my writing habits, I would love to hear yours.

Tim Keen




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I Had Nothing to Say

I Had Nothing to Say

I tried to make a difference today

From my podium above the fray

But for you down in the trench

With your fists firmly clenched

My words had nothing to say

Tim Keen


A shout out to our politicians



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