The Basement

“Bad boy, staring at my legs like that.” She pushed the toe of her shoe against his shoulder, rocking him gently. “That’s what gets you into trouble. First you’re staring. Then touching. Then. Well, then you go too far is all, and then I have to clean up the mess.”

Time – chapter 1 (1st draft)

Well, it’s sure been a long time since I’ve done this.  For many years I’ve wanted to write a time travel story, but the problem was that I just never had a believable device. Welcome to – Time.  It’s only a working title and, yes, it’s rather obvious. Well, let me clarify. No time travel device…

Writing 3.3 – “The Death Story”

In January of ’84, after a decent winter break between college semesters, I was excited and nervous about something new in my college schedule – theater.  Not theater from a book but more like an intro to acting.  I had always loved movies and plays, but I had never actually done anything towards joining a…

Writing 3.2 – “Finding your voice”

One of the greatest compliments I have ever received was from a colleague who had just read one of my sarcastic emails sent to inform the rest of the staff about something unimportant. Sue:  “You will never get away with sending an anonymous letter.” Me:  “Whaddya mean?” Sue:  “Because I don’t even have to look at…