My name is J.R. Woods and I am an aspiring author navigating through the realm of writing. My hopes and desires for this site are to connect with my future readers and other writers as I chronicle my journey into writing and all the facets in-between.
I'm just starting out, but I'm hoping to really get the ball rolling and see many of my thoughts and ideas come to life!
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Latest News
Tuesday, February 14th:
Issue #3 and #4 of 'Gotham's Dark Knights' now posted. "Better late than never."
Issue #3 and #4 of 'Gotham's Dark Knights' now posted. "Better late than never."
Tuesday, December 6th:
Issue #2 of 'Gotham's Dark Knights' now posted. Also started work on a new short story for my overall book series and began my storyboard wall for the whole series.
Issue #2 of 'Gotham's Dark Knights' now posted. Also started work on a new short story for my overall book series and began my storyboard wall for the whole series.
Thursday, October 13th:
Issue #1 of 'Gotham's Dark Knights' is now posted.
Issue #1 of 'Gotham's Dark Knights' is now posted.
Sunday, October 2nd:
New site design and return from super hot summer hiatus. Possible new weekly series starting soon. Check back for more details.
New site design and return from super hot summer hiatus. Possible new weekly series starting soon. Check back for more details.
Latest Story Snippet
‘Gotham Shipyard, Dock 17. 2am.’
That was all the note said on the small piece of paper Jake McGentry had found in his drawer just two nights ago. Even now, Jake still wasn’t sure what motivated him to go. He had no enemies and Sandori wasn’t connected enough to have gotten to him so soon after the bust. Maybe it was intrigue or boredom, but Jake, now standing outside of an old worn down mechanic shop, was wishing he had ignored the note and stayed home.
Why was he even here? How could he pull this off?
Jake saw that a light was on in the shop. Someone else was already there. Was it the masked man?
That was all the note said on the small piece of paper Jake McGentry had found in his drawer just two nights ago. Even now, Jake still wasn’t sure what motivated him to go. He had no enemies and Sandori wasn’t connected enough to have gotten to him so soon after the bust. Maybe it was intrigue or boredom, but Jake, now standing outside of an old worn down mechanic shop, was wishing he had ignored the note and stayed home.
Why was he even here? How could he pull this off?
Jake saw that a light was on in the shop. Someone else was already there. Was it the masked man?
