One of the 'shorts' I started (side note, this one made Hubbin give me the side eye): I get my best ideas from scary movies; it's sad that I cannot come up with ways to kill people on my own. I'm simply not that creative, a fact that my high school art teacher, Mrs. Kelsey... Continue Reading →
Heart Surgery For Me? Not This Week…
I was prepared and psyched for it, but at the last minute, the doc's office called and rescheduled my 'urgent' open heart surgery. So all this time I believed I had such a huge problem with my heart that if I didn't have surgery, death would be imminent. But when the heart surgeon's office rescheduled... Continue Reading →
St. Paddy’s Day Short Story (in the works)
Today is St. Patrick’s Day and the bar is hopping; Veronica’s stomach is growling as she surreptitiously surveys the crowd. Most everyone is sporting some shade of green, many claiming to be of Irish descent. One grizzled drunk in the far corner is peering at her as if gathering the vestiges of his courage to... Continue Reading →
Miss Bubble and the Red Day (Another Short Story)
When I started second grade at my new school, my favorite teacher was Miss Bubble, and I quickly discovered that she was every other second grade student’s favorite as well. Her last name was not actually ‘Bubble’; her full name was so long and hard to pronounce that we all called her that. The name... Continue Reading →
Nothing Ever Happens Here (A Short Story)
(One for the littles) “Nothing ever happens here!” Ali and her twin brother Alex complained in unison. They came in and flopped down on the floor next to their mother’s rocking chair in the living room and gave a loud sigh. It was the second week of summer break, and they were already bored with... Continue Reading →
My Way…
There are some that thrive on others' organizational, dietary, workout, and cleaning routines, and I'd even go so far as to add writing styles, but me? I need to do it my way. I may gain some insight and logic into why something works or doesn't, but in the end, I'm stubborn (my mother called... Continue Reading →
Decluttering, or ‘Finding What Was Lost’
I decided to tackle my office yesterday. My office is a combo of writing, bill paying, filing, ebaying business, storage, and did I mention "Chaos"? I've been researching ad nauseum on how to declutter, organize, or make sense of the growing paperwork that has grown so high that I cannot see the glass top of... Continue Reading →
Posting Excerpts Of My Stories – Yes? No?
This morning I have been contemplating whether to post parts of the stories I'm working on, here on my blog. What would be the pros and cons? The only downside I could think of is that someone could publish my work as their own. Don't you risk that very problem if you have an outsider... Continue Reading →
Do You Do Write This Way Too?
I've not asked a lot of questions from readers of my blog in my many posts, and it's not because I don't want to know what's going on with you or if you can relate; it's mainly because my brain is firing thoughts through my fingers as I'm posting. I try to get the ideas... Continue Reading →
Friday the 13th, the day before Valentine’s Day
There's something rather dark about having a scary movie associated with the day before a Sweetheart's Day, and my active imagination is spiraling with a twisted love story that somehow seems stalkerish. It has to be a short one; I am trying to finish my Western. I'll edit this post after completion. Happy V-Day, all!... Continue Reading →
