I’m your Huckleberry.
My writing projects over the summer are wrapping up. Which means it’s time to turn my gaze toward new writing projects for fall and winter. I have leads and am doing the standard, “scaring up work by shaking the weeds,” but I figured it couldn’t hurt to dance over here and announce my intentions loudly. With a megaphone. And a guilt-inducing picture of my adorable baby who, without your writing jobs, will be forced to live on whatever bugs I can scrounge up from our front yard.
Put differently: I’m open for business.
My lance is again free. Writing work, ahoy.
As you may know, I can and will write just about anything. Film. TV. Short fiction. Long fiction. Pen and paper game. Video games. Transmedia endeavors. Diner placemats. Angry letters to ex-lovers.
So, the call is out there. Spread it around like warm jam if you feel so inclined.
If you have work or a lead on work, I would appreciate your consideration.
You can hit me via the contact form on this page.
Or you can reach me at chuckwendig [at] terribleminds [dot] com.