Monthly Archives: August 2014

My mind is sort of blank.  I can’t really think of anything to write.  Sure I could write some flash fiction but that would seem like forcing it. Actually, I am writing simply because I said I would. Elizabeth and … Continue reading →

To be a writer, you must be a masochist. And a sadist. Want to see if you have the guts to be a writer? Do this: Think of something sad. Now think about why it is sad. Dig into it. … Continue reading →

If you could write the script for your final moments it might look something like this. You’re 97. You’ve lived a long and happy life surrounded by good friends and family who love you completely. Your organs begin to shut … Continue reading →

Gil’s dad worked for Mobile.  An honest living at an honest company.  This story was my favorite and Gil choked up every time he told it.  I think it was a vignette that illuminates how he lived his life. Paraphrased from … Continue reading →

If you have been to a meeting lately, you have experience this – you look around the room and aside from the person currently talking, nearly everyone has their eyes down, on their screen.  Whether it’s a blackberry (crackberry), laptop, … Continue reading →

Break from fiction to write a word or two about current events. Who knows where it’s headed but it seems to me that massive shifts are underway in the makeup of global power and alliances. Russia is working hard to … Continue reading →

This might start to get a little boring for some of you.  I’m copying below a bit of a rewrite from the beginning, with a little bit of the next scene.  Here’s the thought: – Bill was too much of … Continue reading →