First, a bit of history. Back in November of 2017, I was writing a blog post every day to participate in NaNoBloMo. Or Nanopoblano. Or whatever it's called. Fairly early in the month, around the 7th or so, I started writing a story. I thought it would be a quick short story, something I could…
NaBloWriMo, and an almost accidental NaNoWriMo
That's all folks. Day 30. The last day of National Blog Writing Month, otherwise known as NaBloWriMo, or NanoPoblano if you are part of the coolest (hottest?) blogger group around, or as I like to call it - Blog Everyday No Matter What Month. It's been fun, though I am a little disappointed I didn't…
“in five years, the penis will be obsolete”
Titles come last. Pretty much every thing I write, I write the title last. The idea comes first. And then the writing. And then the title. If I'm working on a longer project, I might come up with a title in the middle somewhere, and throw it up at the top of the page. But…
the fog of storytelling
When I was a teenager, I lived near a small lake. Remember when I told you about seeing a UFO? Yeah, that lake. Well, I owned a canoe during that time, a big blue one. Had a lot of fun, paddling around, exploring, fishing, sometimes alone and often with friends. Early one morning (like pre-dawn…
the sword in the stone
The sword in the stone. Whosoever can draw me thence, will rightfully be the one true king. And so the sword in the stone sat in the stone for centuries, forgotten, remembered, forgotten and remembered again. Countless tried over the years, all nobles and knights, of course. The important leaders and commanders. All failed. One…
hope
Shadow birds cackled as the swing creaked quietly in protest to the biting breeze, as heart leaves fluttered and desperately clung to the mother tree. Shadow birds muttered as the frigid wind blew, as old man winter blew icy rain at fair autumn’s retreating back, as heart leaves lost their grip on the mother tree,…
dawn breaks
"dawn breaks" as the saying goes or sometimes "the break of dawn" or simply "daybreak" But what does dawn break? The night? If you are up early enough, and paying attention, you can see that's not true. The night fades away long before the sun rises above the horizon. Slinking into the shadows of nooks…
the words flow free of me
Heart beats and Mind thinks and Soul soars. the words flow free of me, into the world ~ The words flow. My wife (who may think she isn't much of a writer but would be wrong if she thinks that) has started writing some 6 word stories to post on her blog. Her doing that…
decisions, decisions. delicious decisions.
Hello. I haven't written anything here for a while. A little over a month. Which, granted, is not nearly the longest I've gone without posting something to my blog. I have been writing. Just not here. Several years ago (about 3, actually) I wrote a short story. I titled it "Drunk". It's about a man…
story in six
she came to me: I cried.
memoirs of an unremarkable man 