You know, I started really noticing writing and all its variences as a sophomore in high school in Mr. Dills’ English class. He presented all sorts of rules on grammar and writing (I think I learned to use the em dash in his class) as well as organization of your argument, etc. I’ve come some […]

When I was a kid, a classmate once actually once accused of reading the dictionary. And an accusation it was; you could tell by the tone of his voice and the look on his face, a strange mixture of bewilderment and unease.  His expression suggested I’d committed a crime worthy of punishment when I’d used whatever […]

Back to our intrepid friends, Sarah and Kurt. They’ve seem to have taken on a life of their own. Want their back story? Click on this,  and this, and this.   “Are you finished with that page?” Kurt asked, before taking a long slurp of coffee from this Rudolf-the-red-nose-reindeer cup. Sarah wanted to throw that miserable vessel […]

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Doctors say that the four food groups are protein, fruit, vegetables, and carbs. But I think that the four food groups should be breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks. Of course, that wouldn’t be all that healthy, depending on what you ate. But if then you included both food groups, the…

I bit of story for a Sat. afternoon. It’s the same character as from The Vase. Don’t know why I put my poor pretend people (a.k.a. ‘characters’) in such sad situations. Maybe Sam and Vicar Celeste need to meet… Sam lay on the rug in front of the hearth, soaking in the heat of the […]

Ah procrastination, you beautiful, evil temptress. Like a siren, you lure the unwitting writer into your welcoming arms, never letting on your plan to lock the author in a vice-grip and pull her to a watery grave. You smile sweetly, but once your victim is caught, he smells your breath of rotting cabbage and natto (if you’ve […]

Once the last of her parishioners shuffled out of the nave and out into the spitting, December rain, Celeste closed the doors and sat down heavily in the nearest pew. Nothing like the Christmas season to swell the church audience, particularly when the children were so darling in their costumes. Irresistible even to the most […]

Another bit of the story with our faithful and struggling friends, Sarah and Kurt, the editors of a very strange screen-play. You can catch-up on the story by reading Blackhawks and Bourbon, and Jeeps and Jerks first. “She lived in a mango tree?” Kurt shuffled the papers. “I thought it was a peach tree back in […]

Hey literary-type folks out there in cyberspace, just wanted to let you know I’ve put Matchmaker of Magics on a Kindle freebie deal starting today, and running through the 15th. Warning. If you do download the book and begin to read it, you might not be able to put it down since it’s so smashingly […]

A little flash for Mondays Finish the Story–but it’s a continuation of the story of our dear vicar, Celeste. You can find the beginning of her story here, and here. The cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode, but Celeste couldn’t understand why–the land around the graveyard was peaceful, lovely even. Perhaps they’d named it after a […]