A story from my friend the high school business teacher: A student in her bookkeeping class asked what arrears means. Said the teacher, "It means you're behind." And twenty-five shocked teenage faces stared in profound silence. *** I'm behind. Nothing new. I don't live a hurry-up-and-wait existence; mine is wait-and-hurry-up. The condition won't be … Continue reading B Is for Behind: #atozchallenge
As a beginning blogger, I wanted to be serious. I intended to write about the writing process, to quote famous authors, and to record my progress toward publication (or toward the satisfaction of having written). I wanted to write about Literature and Life. Halfway through my first post, I discarded that notion. Once upon a … Continue reading Truth and Embroidery
My Day Q post is recycled from last year, a short-short story prompted by this photograph by Fatima Fakier Deria, on Friday Fictioneers. The event it's based on occurred in 2002, but it will forever live in infamy. Day 1 Beautiful . . . waves, sunset . . . Deck … Continue reading Day Q: #AtoZChallenge
I believe I've fallen behind. My Day B (April 2) post went online about five minutes before Day C started in my time zone. Now, less than four hours before Day D begins, I'm just starting on Day C. Technically, I'm okay--observing the letter of the law (take some time to chuckle over that before … Continue reading #AtoZChallenge Day C: Contrariwise
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo. The Red Shoes "A photo prompt? Ooooh. High-heeled lace-ups." "What's that book?" "So retro—art reference—I want." "No. That one. Red cover, gold letters, dog… E-G-P-U-something-C-A-R-O—" "Zoom in. RECRUIT. Dog?" "CAROLINA." "Which Carolina?" "OUTH… D-E-R—" "DEPOT. Red pumps." "ND OUTH CAROLINA…" "MARINE CORPS … Continue reading Friday Fictioneers: The Red Shoes
Before launching into the post, a definition of terms: brand noun 1. kind, grade, or make, as indicated by a stamp, trademark, or the like: the best brand of coffee. 2. a mark made by burning or otherwise, to indicate kind, grade, make, ownership, etc. 3. a mark formerly put upon criminals with a hot iron. 4. any mark of disgrace; … Continue reading Branding: It’s Not Just for Cows Any More
A fellow writer said the posts that get the most positive reactions on his blog are pictures of his dog. He thinks dog pictures make readers happy and so they like him. I don't have a dog, but I want to make you happy, and I want you to like me, so I'll do the best I … Continue reading Are You Happy Yet?
Louisa wrote in her journal about a conversational lesson with Mr. Lane: "What virtues do you wish more of?" asks Mr. Lane. I answer:-- Patience, Love, Silence, Obedience, Generosity, Perseverance, Industry, … Continue reading Diary of Louisa May Alcott: Virtues and Vices
What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish?* *** To Write, etc., has been dormant for a while because I've been (a) playing spider solitaire, and (b) working on two pieces of literature: (1) a story entitled "When Cheese Is Love," which needs to be 5,000 words but is currently 6,200 words, necessitating … Continue reading What I Learned from Ernest Hemingway, Plus a Photo of Gregory Peck, Plus Snakes
On my way home from work one night in the '90s, I heard actress Judith Ivey on Selected Shorts, reading "Personal Testimony," a short story by Lynna Williams. The narrator is eleven-year-old Ellen Whitmore, a preacher's daughter from Fort Worth, who is at Southern Baptist summer camp in Oklahoma. At evening services, when campers are … Continue reading September SinC-Up: Lynna Williams’ Gift of Voice
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The photo display below illustrates what happens when the photographer reads the rules but immediately forgets them. Instead of photos engaged in dialogue, she shoots photos of objects engaged in dialogue. It also shows what happens when one sock of each pair is eaten by the dryer: Those left behind have nothing to do but … Continue reading Photo Challenge: Dialogue #2: Socks
Only Day 2, and I'm already tempted to drop out of Writing 101. Yesterday I had all day. I started early, ignored the instructions and wrote what and how I wanted, and took my time doing it. Fine. Today I had both morning and afternoon meetings, and now I'm as tired as I was when … Continue reading The House
Never again. That's what I said when I received my M.A. No more school. I'd learned enough. More to the point, I'd stayed up for thirty-six hours at a stretch drafting and typing reams of literary criticism too many times. I'd tired of having to take off the weight (peanut butter) that appeared with … Continue reading One Pure Thought From My Wild Mind
"That cat will write her autograph all over your leg if you let her." ~ Samuel L. Clemens - from memoirs of Clemens' secretary Mary Howden which were published in New York Herald, December 13, 1925 It is 3:30 a.m. I stayed up working on a website for a friend. Then I replied to some … Continue reading All Over Your Leg