Archive for May, 2014

Memorial Day Book Giveaway


Today you can download my book, “Tales From Little Lump” and my play “Low Tech” for free on amazon.

Tales From Little Lump: Alien Season

Low Tech Tech

If you would be so kind, please leave a review on my amazon and goodreads site.

Thanks and hope you enjoy the read.

Jeff Folschinsky


Nine Questions with: Eclectic Voices Writer Jeff Folschinsky

My nine questions interview is in this issue of Eclectic Voices.

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Here at Eclectic Voices, we are just as interested in the behind-the-scenes madness of creative minds as we are in the final product. So, we decided to offer you some juicy interviews with movers and shakers in the creative worlds of literature, theatre and film. This issue features our one and only Eclectic Voices Writer & Co-Coordinator Jeff Folschinsky . Enjoy!


JeffEclectic Voices: So, how’d you get involved in Eclectic Voices?

Jeff Folschinsky: A member of the Eclectic Company Theatre named Chelsea Sutton sent out a email that said  that she was looking for writer’s that wanted to be in a writers group, that would be a safe and encouraging environment to develop their work. And that she would bring fresh baked cookies. I really like cookies.

EV: What are you working on right now?

JF: I’m working on the second book in my, Tales From Little Lump series…

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It Simply Was…

A monologue that I wrote is in the latest addition of Eclectic Voices.

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Sean Kozma performing "It Simply Was..." Sean Kozma performing “It Simply Was…”

a monologue by Jeff Folschinsky

Wedding Guest
“Why don’t we just fuck, and get it out of our system.” I just stood there shocked on how seamlessly that phrase just popped out of my mouth that night. I mean, I guess it had been building up for awhile, but somehow saying it out loud, suggesting that we did something about this tension that had been building up between us. Putting it out there in the physical world just seemed unreal. Like a line that had been crossed, but you didn’t know if crossing that line was a good or bad thing. It just simply was— Well, that’s the thing, it just was. There were simply no words for it. It was like slapping someone in the face and challenging them to a duel, and there’s that tense moment afterwards when you’re not sure what…

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