I haven't been consistent with blogging over the past year, but I am quite proud that I've been consistent with my projects. At the end of February, a short story collection is due to my editor ("Tea & Pelicans, and Other Short Stories"). My brother and I love discovering new short story collections, therefore it … Continue reading Self-publishing 2020
Two nights before Halloween I went with my sister and her kids to a pumpkin patch hosted by a local high school softball team. After browsing a color-coded fruit labyrinth, we each chose one and returned to my sister's house where we sat in the driveway, listening to Michael Jackson's "Thriller," and carved. My pumpkin … Continue reading The Late Mr. Pumpkin
Oh man, I am so far behind on PagesOfFiction's prompts (It's December already?!!). Recently I've been working on short story gifts to family, and then was somehow distracted by my paranormal private investigator series, and by Villainy. But, on to the remainder of this past month's prompts. The Last Ones! Write about the autumn leaves. … Continue reading The Last Prompts from November
Scenes written from the first round of November prompts are almost completed. (Yes, my self-given deadline was Friday; but I'll do my best to post the rest today or tomorrow.) Regardless, a whole slew of other prompts are waiting for me. 2nd List of Prompts (by PagesOfFiction): Write about the sky; what goes on up … Continue reading November Prompts, Round 2!
Sitting cross-legged on firm went sand, 11-year-old Makayla balanced on her knee an open notebook, thick and repeatedly rebound with leather thongs, and gently scribbled on a fresh page with an extremely short, dirt-stained pencil. She wrote: I didn't write the last six days but I had a good reason. A huge storm hit the … Continue reading Log on the Beach
Riding a rusty hand-me-down bicycle, Danny Holt coasted leisurely home from Rosewood Elementary along a wide path of uneven asphalt with his friends Ashton and Eddy. Scantly watching the road, he fixed his attention on the telephone lines drooping above a long stretch of crooked, weathered fences to his right as he pedaled lightly. A … Continue reading Wolfish Karma
Some of you might recall the wild short story you helped me write: "Nana Ana's Secret Hideout." In the making of it, I asked you for suggestions similar to those commonly requested by improv comedians during live performances (e.g. animals, locations, favorite bumper sticker quotes) and you offered incredible answers (again, thank you!). I took … Continue reading Further Adventures of Nana Ana
