When asked, I don’t normally participate in round-robin, tag team kind of things unless there’s a good reason. Sometimes the reason is not what was asked but who asked. Whom asked. By whom it was asked. Dammit. In this case, I was asked by the lovely, talented tease by the name of Dana, aka, DCT designs,…
Every Wednesday Randi Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt challenging writers to create a 100-word story, poem, or whatever works for you. After posting your work on your blog, go back to her site and add your link on her Friday Fictioneers post. Place. Page. Give it a shot. I prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind either…
Every Wednesday Redwood Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt challenging writers to create a 100-word story, poem, or whatever works for you. After posting your work on your blog, go back to her site and add your link on her Friday Fictioneers post. Place. Page. Give it a shot. I prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind…
So, where was I? The Rise and Fall of Me: Chapter 20 of 20. The End. The Big Finish. El Fin. La Endo. Done. – 30 – . (That’s a journalism thing). Drop the mic and walk off stage. Teaching is over, has been over for two years now, but what’s happened since? Let’s start…
Howdy and welcome to another post about movies. I recently told you about a film and entertainment website called The Cinematic Katzenjammer at/for/on which I occasionally write film reviews. I now have a weekly feature on that site, and it’s called “Back in the Day.” Amongst the staff at CK, I’m basically the resident grumpy…
We all have our “thing.” For my brother, it’s football. For one of my friends, it’s all about her son. For my kid, it’s dance. Me? Movies. This is about my love of movies and how it came, went, came back again, and where it now resides. The first movie I can ever remember seeing…
Faith If it had been only the first or second time Burt had rung for the nurse, he wouldn’t have been as upset. Five unanswered rings was too much. He had tried every angle of his tongue, the corners of a sugar packet, and a chewed-off fingernail, yet nothing dislodged the shred of…
New Year’s Resolution? Okay, I’m listening. I mean, I agree there are a number of things that need work, and – What’s that? Me? Oh no no. Someone’s got that backwards. I don’t need to resolve to do anything. However, here are that need to be resolved not BY me but FOR me. It’s probably…
po·et·ry (poh-i-tree) noun writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm. Merriam-Webster.com ___________________ po·et·ry (poh-i-tree) noun saying as much as possible in as few words as possible, in a unique way Me __________________ “You can’t write a good…
Every Wednesday Romero Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt challenging writers to create a 100-word story, poem, or whatever works for you. After posting your work on your blog, go back to her site and add your link on her Friday Fictioneers post. Place. Page. Give it a shot. I prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind…
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