Craig J. Sorensen

One evening at the close of the 1970’s, I sat on a milk crate at my job du jour and looked over Tenth Avenue in the small Idaho town where I grew up. It may not seem earth shattering now, but to a man not yet twenty years of age, the revelation of that moment was defining: There must be more to life than pumping gas.

A strange answer materialized in the cold, dry, Treasure Valley air.

I joined the US Army where I learned to work with computers before the introduction of the IBM PC. Armed with a blitzkrieg education in the programming language COBOL, I embarked on a journey to define myself as a programmer/analyst.

Perhaps if I had been a better student in school, things might have been different. I loved writing, though I flunked my first semester of ninth grade English. Typing too. And I typed seventy words a minute.

But I digress.

The bottom line was that I hated school, was unmotivated and disinterested, and had problems staying focused. Had I been born twenty years later, they might have loaded me up with Ritalin. So learning a trade in the Army was my salvation from a life of disjointed jobs, searching for something I’d be satisfied with.

Study for a purpose, it seemed, I could manage.

Throughout the thirty plus years after leaving Idaho for military service, I honed my skills and learned to enjoy the job I stumbled into. I think that this, “path less chosen,” has something to do with my perspective and my style as an author when I delved deeper into my passion for words. I’ve lived life, not as a student, but in a constant state of trial and error. This is true in most everything I’ve done. The first story I had published was so aggressively edited, that the number of words removed was in a double digit percentile, and rightly so.

I resolved that would never happen again. It hasn’t.

Determination and self-teaching are a big part of me. Have I ever reached a hurdle I didn’t overcome? Of course. In my early days getting published, I submitted four stories to a particular editor before she accepted my fifth; I’ve had great results with her since. More recently, with another editor, I submitted four that I felt great about, and realized that it just wasn’t going anywhere. Another fact: I’m a lousy poker player, but I do know when to fold.

Story telling has been with me my entire life. A desire to share stories is engrained in me, but as a youngster, what did I have to share? I was a boring kid, so I used to make things up. I used to hate that I’d lie. Bear in mind, these lies were limited to boasting of things I had done that I really hadn’t, or telling that the very plain house we lived in when I was young was very ornate. “Little white lies,” some might call them. I couldn’t seem to resist this desire to make people believe the stories I’d tell. When something didn’t wash, well…

I suppose it is all part of how I learn things.

Writing is truly my first passion as a vocation. If I could make a living at it, I’d love to, but I know what that means. I look at those authors who do this with admiration, and I’m grateful that I have been blessed to find not one, but two vocations that I love. Job one allows me to write when I’m inspired. The luxury of this is not lost on me.

When I was young, I was fascinated by sex. I wrote sexual scenarios, drew sexually inspired pictures. My head was full of erotic fantasies long before my voice cracked. But writing the first stories I did after I left high school, I tried to subdue the desire to write sexual themes. Sometimes, I’d let go, but I’d eventually “come to my senses.” I wanted to be respectable, after all. It was after I had gotten some serious consideration by a literary journal, but got the response “you write very well, but your stories lack vibrancy,” that it began to settle in.

My wife, partner, and most avid supporter forwarded me a call to a new “edgy” literary journal that included erotica, and suggested that I send a particularly nasty, vibrant story I had recently written when the respectability filter was disengaged. I thought, “why the hell not.” Within 24 hours I had an acceptance. Another lesson learned by example: be true to yourself.

In the end, I just want to tell stories about amazing people. I want to go out on a limb. I wrote a poem once:

Only the man who goes
To the edge of the branch
And does not stop when it cracks
Will learn the true nature
Of branches

I want to turn you on, then repulse you. I want to surprise you, sometimes make you grimace, share the realities of my life and the lives of those I’ve known, but bend them through the prism of fiction. Tell about people more interesting than me, and speak universal truths, tell little white lies.

I want to make you guess which is which.

The three stories I am honored to share with you are examples of my testing branches. “One Sunset Stand” from M. Christian’s Sex in San Francisco collection, was written merging humor, sexuality, and romance, allows me to explore from a woman’s POV. “Severence” which appeared at the website Clean Sheets, is drawn from a difficult time in my life, where as a manager I watched members of my team and coworkers slowly, systematically get laid off. It was a hard time, a frustrating time, and I found a way to express that frustration in the words, and the characters of the story. “Two Fronts” is one of my biggest gambles as a writer, and a story I’m very proud of. In it, I not only explore my feminine side, but my lesbian side. The story, set before I was born, explores a woman dealing with her awaking to her attraction to other women is set against the backdrop of ranching in Idaho. I was particularly proud when Sacchi Green and Rakelle Valencia chose it for the collection Lesbian Cowboys. The version I present here is my “Director’s cut,” with the original ending. In the collection, it was made more purely romantic by dropping the last section. This ending is more of what I would call a “Craig ending,” though I’m proud of both versions.

Truly, I haven’t planned much in life, just followed the river where it leads. I write the stories that come to mind, and for as long as people will read my work I will write.

And if they stop reading?

I will write.

Following the River

By: Craig Sorensen I’m a believer in cycles.  My life has had many, and I have found great benefit in embracing them.  But there is a distinction to make when considering cycles; they are not about a return to sameness, but a return to familiarity under new... read more

The Crossroads Coming into View

By: Craig J. Sorensen In 1990, I started to write a book based on a fantasy world that had rattled around in my head since I was a kid.  I finished over 100 pages, then the story became disjointed.  I moved on to writing other things. I finished my first... read more

Cocaine Love

By: Craig J. Sorensen Recently, a good friend has been going through the sort of relationship that has more pivot points than a double jointed hand with six fingers.  It started before I left Pennsylvania in June.  It ended before I left in June. ... read more

Too Sexy or not to Sexy

By: Craig J. Sorensen I got the edits for a story soon to be published from one of my favorite editors.  As expected, her tweaks and tunes made sense, and readied this story for prime time.  She made some warm comments about specific things, which I always... read more

A Dramatic Pivot Point

By: Craig Sorensen “We’re you just going to leave without saying goodbye?” “I just haven’t had time, it’s been crazy trying to get this cross-country move this together.” “Yeah, I know, but I gotta bust on you.” Yes, he did.  He had for over a quarter of a... read more

The Change you Missed

Chances are, if you ever drank to get drunk, once or twice you’ve drank to the point of regret.  I certainly have.  It’s a terrible feeling to awaken to the knowledge that you’re not where you usually expect to be, then wonder what... read more

Pivot Points, the Sequel

Six months ago, to the day, I made my first post to the ERWA blog.  It introduced the idea I wanted to follow, keying on a theme of pivot points. Six months ago, to the day, I was flying high above the earth, bound for a new job after 27 years with the same... read more

Become the Ball by Craig Sorensen

I’ve watched tennis for years.  I like the sense of sparring, and the unique combination of power and beauty that it embodies.  I watch all the majors:  The Australian Open, The US Open, Wimbledon, and Roland Garros (aka the French Open.) Of course, being an author,... read more

Collision

By: Craig Sorensen Collisions happen.  Sometimes they are fatal, sometimes they are life changing.  Sometimes they are just a tiny space in time. Perhaps a space that will be as easily forgotten as it occurred. In my prior job, the corporate offices were in... read more

Cycle Back, Move Forward

By: Craig J. Sorensen Easter Sunday 2012, and I rested. I’ve been working a lot lately and we’re still elbow deep in getting ready to move cross-country. But, little by little, I have found my way back into writing. In the last few weeks I worked on a short story for... read more
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