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  • NaNoWriMo Yes, O’, No? – 2022

    November first is rushing toward us loaded with packages of a packed season…Thanksgiving, Kwanza, Hanukkah, Christmas, someone’s birthday for sure and of course NaNoWriMo. Who considers National Novel Writing Month a holiday? Only crazed, competition motivated, goal oriented writers. Okay so maybe not all are crazed but to an outsider churning out 5000 words of…

  • Old School Treasures Found – 100 Words

    It’s a funny story really. “I need help”. That’s what my Facebook post said. It was a timed challenge with my sister, maven of Insta-pot. The recycle shop had an old pressure cooker without the ‘thingy’ on top. “It’s here somewhere,” the shopkeeper claimed. Friends showed up just like I asked to hunt with me.…

  • Show Down at Lot’s Pond

    A short story Fiction Is this story about a frog? No, but let’s start with him anyway. He’s sitting on a lily pad,  not moving. Why? Because there’s a possum sticking her nose through the reeds at the edge of the water. The frog is hunched down, as flat as he can go but he…

  • Five Things I Saw – October 2022

    And to tie it all together for my writing friends, what do all these great views mean? Keep the unexpected both fearful and humorous in your writing. Discovery is fun, expanding someone’s perspective is worthy of the time to be creative, and worth reading. Sure writing the expected script is easier to sell but don’t…

  • Reflections of Your Childhood – 100 Words

      We used to switch cars. Your dad half way to work for second shift and me half way home. The trade off happened at the park where you and your sister roamed like prairie dogs popping out of the tunnel slide, crossing the swaying bridge or climbing up the wall that was soooo high,…

  • The Best Laid Plans, Best Waylaid – 100 words

    For a year of gazing out my office window I dreamed of a sunny seashore, steel drums of a poolside band, hitting all the theme parks in a blur of escapism. But reality is a misty rain that soaks through my cotton shirt and floats uninvited under my umbrella. I give up. I’m resigned to…

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