Blog - Bruce Kirkpatrick
Bruce Kirkpatrick is a contemporary author of fiction and non-fiction stories.
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Often in book clubs or other conversations about my writing, I’m asked about the creativity process, if I work on more than one project at a time, and how I get my ideas. This is how my latest book emerged....

I'm working on a book of short stories. Here's one from the collection. I'd love your feedback. Red Snowballs “You look sad today, Gretchen,” Tommy said. The two sat on the playground grass, and he held a small truck in his hand. She looked up and frowned “That’s because...

(This is the first chapter of my upcoming book, with a working title of American Teen: 33 Strategies to Teach Teenagers Self-Reliance, Confidence, and Responsibility. I'll post a few chapters here this year as it makes its way to publication). #1 Express Your Love “Did I offer...

Did Jesus get acne as a boy? Was he nervous around teenage girls? Do you suppose he talked back to his parents?   We don’t see much in the Bible about the early life of Jesus. We get all the birth announcement glimpses with the three wise...

(This is an except from a book I'm working on. Hope you like it. Let me know if you want to see more!…Bruce) Obey the Road Signs and Traffic Signals (Following Life’s Basic Rules Can Keep You Safe)   On the Bike The online obituary outlined a life well lived...

When Jesus greets you in heaven, what’s the hug going to be like? Because you know he won’t shake your hand, give you a high five, or even try a man-hug. That’s when men grab each other’s right hand, pull together, and half hug with the...

I think there’s a third option. You probably know about the fight or flight syndrome. When first discussed, it explained the two choices our ancient ancestors had when faced with danger. Like a wooly mammoth or saber toothed tiger....

I raised one finger that meant two more. One Blanton bourbon, one Bulleit rye. I’d lost count by then. I drank mine with rocks and a splash, thinking I was getting at least a little water into my system. He drank his neat. I’d had a...