Doesn’t blogging sound like something a swamp dweller would have to do to travel from one mucky place to another? Put one rubber-footed boot down and the “mud too thick to drink and too thin to plow” would make a splooshing sound. Pull the other foot out and it makes a burping, sucking sound as it tries to pull the rubber boot off. Continue reading
Are you a morning person? A morning writer? I am a person and I am a writer, but I am not yet a morning person or a morning writer. Continue reading
Beware. The light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming train. Isn’t that a shame, and here I thought writing the last chapter of my book would be reason for celebration. Seven years have gone into writing the first draft and I’ve given myself until the end of the year to have all the editing done and ready to upload the beast onto Create Space. I am nothing if not optimistic. Continue reading
Let me take you back a few years.
My friend, Sandy, could bake up a storm. She could look at a recipe and know immediately that she could make an award winning copy of whatever confection she had just read about. She was young and knew that there was nothing culinary she couldn’t accomplish. Continue reading
“Blog, BLOG, Blog, blog” bleeped my phone at eight o’clock this morning, warning me I have a blog post due today. Great! I thought, only it didn’t come out an excited great but more like a sarcastic-couldn’t-I-put-any-more-angst-in-it kind of great. (Being a writer encourages the sarcastic bend I am forever struggling into straightness. I think of it as blogging on and on.) Continue reading
I wrote the following ‘letter’ to Writer’s Block during a writing prompt on Saturday morning at one of our weekly PCW meetings. This in no way portrays anything in real life, it was clearly just for fun. Enjoy!
A few months ago I introduced you to my beagle, Willie. He’s a rambunctious creature, stubborn and sweet—sugar and spice as they used to say. He, like most of us, has his faults, but we chalk them up to personality disorder (probably a result of feeding him table food) and move on. Continue reading
As you know, we writers of Paddle Creek, are working on a round robin story. When it came time for me to write my installment however, I got sick and have been ill for several weeks and got behind on all things writerly. I am doing much better now and have finally written the last installment of our story. Enjoy!
(Here is part 3 — written by Susan Korich. Stick around for part 4!)
Perched on the stool behind the cash register, my eyes still wide with incredulity and my mouth following along with its own version of can-you-catch-flies, it took me moment to notice a man standing at the edge of my counter, clearing his throat.
“Ah-hem, excuse me, ah-hem, um, Miss?”
Hopping off my stool, I closed my mouth, and pasted on my most professional smile and look of laser concentration. It would be bad for business for word to get around that I ignored customers and hung around staring after others. Continue reading
(As we mentioned in our previous post, here we begin our round robin short story. Part 1 written by Bev …)
It seemed curious to me at the time–the stranger’s appearance simply oozed mystery and intrigue. He dressed in a stylish fashion; finely tailored suit, silk shirt, fashionable necktie, leather trench coat and wing-back shoes. But all in white. Not a smidgen of color. Except, of course, for his hair. That was candied apple red. See what I mean about curious?
It was Monday morning, and I was working at Twice Told Tales, a used bookstore in Las Vegas, Nevada. We usually attracted a t-shirt and flip-flop crowd who liked to spend their days with a Starbucks in one hand and a dog-eared copy of a Jack Kerouac book in the other. We would not be a comfortable place for the white leather trench coat group. Not exactly the immaculate environment you would expect a “Mr. Clean” to visit, if you know what I mean. Heck, I wouldn’t have expected his white convertible to even slow down as he drove by our store. Oh, did I forget to mention that he drove a white custom Chevy convertible? Continue reading