About Jim

Hello! My name is Jim O’Neal. I was born on October 20, 1963. My father was a teacher, who often read to me when I was a young child. My father’s reading to me set the foundation for my becoming a writer. Graduating from the University of Wisconsin at Milwaukee in May of 1986, there followed a three-year enlistment in the army, the acquisition of a printing and....
 

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March 2, 2017

Know, too, that I don’t write to hurt people’s feelings; nor do I ever intend to offend or be controversial. When the controversy dies, the writing dies with it, and what’s the point of offending people? Know that hypocrisy, a form of stupidity, amuses me, an...

March 2, 2017

For the last forty years, my existence has in some way been connected to the home I am residing in. Now and then, I travel to Milwaukee to visit my nephew and his five year old girl, who has recently discovered The Three Stooges and has been laughing her head off. (Her...

March 2, 2017

I decided to try writing erotica after reading Anais Nin’s two collections of erotic stories. I wrote Magical Moments simply for the fun of it, to see if I could do it well. And did I?

March 2, 2017

For the moment, though, I’m leaving some of my stuff on Amazon. Know that each of my writings are different; you could read them and not recognize that they were written by the same person. I use different styles, depending the goal of the writing: you can glimpse this...

March 2, 2017

“You were fan‑tastic tonight!” Jon told her in the lobby and kissed her lips lightly. “Wow!” He held her hands and took her in from head to toe. “Hot and classy!”           Yvette smiled that feminine smile that no woman in her situation can repress. But in her smile,...

March 1, 2017

The dancing at The Rear End started at two o’clock in the afternoon, but Eugene showed up at one. The club was empty except for the bartender, who served Peetotski a Coke. Just as he never had a definite plan for anything he had done in his entire life, Peetotski had n...

February 28, 2017

Sunday passed swiftly. Hespers was irritable all day and his attempts to study were in vain. He watched one quarter of a football game in the middle of the afternoon, but the emotional involvement of the students, their cigarette smoke, their drinking, and their voices...

February 18, 2017

Six days earlier my mother died and left me a fortune. (My father died three years and two months before she died.) I was not put out by either death and had already made investment plans for the money. Unfortunately, my mother split the inheritance down the middle, fi...

February 17, 2017

          The concept of the world of Fwyre [pronounced, phonetically, “Fire” with a w between the F and r] was conceived in the back seat of a nineteen eighty-six Ford—oops! What am I saying? (Many conceptions have occurred in back seats of cars, not just Fords, but F...

February 16, 2017

          The company that created my website informed me, soon after I paid for its S.E.O. service, sent me a link to a proposed page of my site in my email box. It was a mysterious page entitled “Jim’s Thoughts”.

          Not understanding the pag...

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