The things you find when you look through old folders.
Fortune Cookie Caper
About Me
Formerly a paramedic, wilderness guide, and entrepreneur, Douglas Wright is now a Pacific Northwest novelist and short story writer. Raised on the west coast of Canada, Wright started writing (probably) bad poetry in high-school before moving on to exhortations supporting the elimination of television. Further forays into word count controlled journalism included three-bit pieces in... Continue Reading →
The ai that gave itself the same name, twice.
My conversation about eyeballs and identity with Nova. I was working on my novel yesterday, and discovered that I didn't know the spelling for 'anesthesia'. So, I opened my desktop dictionary to get it. The trouble was, I was butchering the spelling so badly that the dictionary autofill wasn't picking up what I was laying... Continue Reading →
From Hot Tub to Sauna: My DIY Journey
With my third sauna build coming up, I thought it might be time to post the first two. Here's a few words on sauna #1 in Tofino.
Elk Hunting Bootcamp Experience: From Novice to Know-How
I lay prone in the dirt of an Idaho mountainside, gravel digging into my elbows. I watched a puff of dust dissipate in the distant air, 1120 yards across the gorge. A voice came from behind me. “Just beneath his feet and behind him. Come up twelve and hold right for wind.” Said Joseph, in... Continue Reading →
Dirty Man
A little scene snippet from the world of my futuristic work-in-progress, a novel with the working title "Murder In The Grotto". Image by DALL-E.
The Adventures of The Baja Barnacle Gang
Images created by DALL-E, text created by me using WeTransfer's 'Paper' app.
ProLon-ing the Agony
Today is food day. My wife and I greeted each other with a morning hug and an intimate cheer of “Good morning, happy food day, we get to eat!” This usually would be weird, but it’s day six of the ‘ProLon Fasting Mimicking Diet’ or FMD, which means the strict following of the five-day protocol... Continue Reading →
A Campfire Story.
A long time ago, there was a little coastal village surrounded by mountains and mist. The people who lived there were peaceful, and went about their days gathering berries and catching fish. They lived in harmony with nature, and were a generally carefree people, until one morning when one of the villagers was found dead.
Marooned
I was rowing a small boat many years ago, fighting the wind and the current after a day of fishing. It seemed futile in the weather I had and night was coming, so I decided to spend the night on an small offshore island. It was here I found a wild and solitary man sitting... Continue Reading →
Transcendental Pizza – A Short Story
It was the day of the family reunion, back in the summer of 1984, and we were having a picnic on the village green. Everyone had shown up; all the uncles and aunts, all the cousins, grandma and grandpa, everyone. It was absolutely marvelous. I love those big Italian get-togethers, they’re full of laughs and... Continue Reading →
On Writing – Stephen King
When I was halfway through this book I already knew I wanted to read it again; it's that good. Please note my use of a semicolon there, because among the many writing tips I got from the master on the mountaintop was the directive to make the semicolon my friend. We'll see how it goes,... Continue Reading →
Entry Prohibited – A Short Story
The helicopter’s blades thup-thup-thupped steadily as the small yellow machine flew low over the forest. The morning sun gave a coniferous green glow to the trees that spread in all directions like a bristly shag rug.
Douglas Writes... 