Category Archives: Autobiographical Writing

Just Another Ape Behind Glass

Posted on October 7, 2013 by Gene Stewart

Like any other rape in any other zoo, he knew the glass was there but didn’t understand why. Or did he? Glass was considered more humane than bars, but bars allowed at least the chance of touch. Glass didn’t even … Continue reading →

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Road Rage Serial Killer Strikes Again, Escapes As Usual: A True Story

Posted on October 4, 2013 by Gene Stewart

Once, in a rented car, driving through TN or KY, whole family in the car, on a two lane during a blizzard complete with fog, some idiot in a black car, no headlights, came ripping up at 90 and cut … Continue reading →

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Yes, I Write Novels

Posted on April 26, 2013 by Gene Stewart

Someone mentioned Salman Rusdie being tossed to the wolves during the whole fatwa against him thanks to The Satanic Verses and religious bigotry. I’ve written a novel about that. Well, actually, it’s about the choosing, training, and experiences of the … Continue reading →

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Eldorado Memories

Posted on February 2, 2013 by Gene Stewart

Mine was not un-cheerful, just gothic as all hell a lot of the time. I used to lay in a room that was more a maid’s closet, our playroom dark beyond the doorway I faced, and watch as a scintilla … Continue reading →

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Nightmare Days on Autumn’s Cusp: A Miscellany

Posted on September 13, 2012 by Gene Stewart

There are days when love is not enough, when you need justice, too.  Those are the hopeless days when it’s best to hole up in solitude so you don’t hurt or kill anyone you might later regret having hurt or … Continue reading →

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Started Writing Fiction At Age Eight

Posted on August 27, 2012 by Gene Stewart

At age 16 I sent my very first submission to Esquire. It elicited a call-back from a sub-editor, and a two-page single-spaced response from Rust Hills, the editor, who explained that he wanted to publish it but simply could not … Continue reading →

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Me and Bullies

Posted on July 6, 2012 by Gene Stewart

I have a skill at invective and a talent for contumely. I’ve had those since I was a kid because although I knew how to fight and was something of a roughneck as a younger kid, (did tumbling and gymnastics … Continue reading →

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A Ficta Mystica Rumination

Posted on June 27, 2012 by Gene Stewart

I’m glad to have discovered my Ficta Mystica sub-strata as the basis of most of what I write because it frees me to trope from dark to light without changing my approach to fiction. Encountering the Other and blundering into … Continue reading →

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Island Bound – new erotica

Posted on November 4, 2011 by Gene Stewart

Island Bound, my third erotica novel, written as Everett Bedford, is out now from Pink Flamingo Books.  It’s available in hard copy and ebook formats. These books are fun to write but also challenging because I put in more than … Continue reading →

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Haunted Thoughts

Posted on September 13, 2011 by Gene Stewart

I come from a haunted place. I was born in Altoona, Pennsylvania, where truckers still spot extinct Logan Indians in green prowling the edges of woods as early morning mists rise and fade. I was raised in Munster, Pennsylvania, where … Continue reading →

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