“To find what you seek, unlock the castle doors. Precious beyond words. But only words will open the way.” “Open sesame!” “Abracadabra” “Shazam” No luck. Jane’s heart was trapped behind those doors and they’d made it a game. But she was good at games. Think! Hours passed. Then she remembered. Gandalf! Say friend and enter!… Continue reading Unlock Her Heart
I tell myself I write for the love of writing. I tell myself it's OK if no one else reads it. I tell myself that something can be good even if no one else *likes* it. I tell myself .... But ... And what about ... And if a tree falls in a forest is… Continue reading #foreveryes
Boone spent weeks rigging up a harness for Cody. Teaching him to point and pull the cord when it got close. Then BAM! Dead alligator. Hero dog. He’d record it. Go viral. Rake in the big bucks. He was partly right. It did go viral. Just google the headline “Alligator shoots man after eating dog.”… Continue reading Florida Headline News
Living in a city provides a constant stream of interesting sights. A thirty-something white woman walks down the street wearing only an oversized t-shirt and a pair of Converse high tops. A possibly biracial teenager on a skateboard rolls past me and I hear him say (in a rather joyous tone) “fuck you” to whomever… Continue reading Seeing Like a Writer: How Do I Separate Facts for Fiction?
Yesterday was National Haiku Day. I missed it. Missing it sucks because I love a good haiku. I'm not saying that I write good haikus, but I do like to write them. Because it's my blog, I get to do what I want so I'm giving myself a mulligan. I think that's a thing, a mulligan,… Continue reading Haiku to Pork: The Pig Abides
I don't normally write short stories. It's just not my thing. But St Pete's local literary organization (shout out to Keep St Pete Lit!) sponsored a short story contest as part of its festival of all things literary called the Sun Lit Festival. So I entered. As you may have surmised from the blog's title,… Continue reading Clowns & Moms Don’t Win the Prize
I started writing this over a year ago. (I believe it was in the week or two after his election.) I got stuck in the middle and put it aside because I didn't know how to finish it. Then we moved and it got forgotten until this week when I was cleaning out some old… Continue reading A Fable for Our Times: A Girl and the Pig in the Window