Writing prompts can take many forms. Often, prompts arise from single words or complete sentences. Other inspirations may evolve from simple phrases or questions. My writing instructor used all of these instigators, plus another tactic––multiple-object prompts. She would stand before the class with a sly grin on her face, write four unrelated items on the… Continue reading Story time
Spring is here––at least, that’s the rumor––a time for new growth and fresh perspectives. Although most of the U.S. has been enduring a rollercoaster ride of temperatures and precipitation, the environmental fluctuations haven’t stopped trees from budding or flowers from blooming. A recent hike in the Ozark wilderness reminded me that, for outdoor adventurers, spring… Continue reading BAD BEAR PRAYER
I have dealt with epilepsy since high school, which means some of my days did not start out as well as most others. Thankfully, age, diet, and medication seem to have tamed the disorder and put the worst days behind me. The following story relates one of the more questionable days that occurred while I… Continue reading Spirit Cloud
As you may have gathered by reading my Cursed Table Caper blog posts (3/11 &3/18/18) I’m a fan of Noir. And when it comes to Noir, Raymond Chandler was a master, perhaps the master, and the man who made all other writers of the genre that much better––or envious. Chandler could toss one-liners like the… Continue reading Quotes:
In my blog post “Stubborn? Who, Me?” (2/11/18), I mentioned that the primary instigator for my tale of tenacity was “another story for another time.” Well, folks, that time has arrived. Enjoy this week’s entry. As always, thanks for stopping by. OOPS! I consider myself to be a man of above-average intelligence. My multi-faceted career… Continue reading OOPS!
As promised, here’s the conclusion to my 1950s Private Eye short story. Enjoy, and thanks for stopping by. The Cursed Table Caper – Part 2 A loud “Ahem” came from my right. Hazel Burns winked, then jerked her head toward Mr. Money Bags like her neck was in spasm. Outside, scraggly Carl stumbled past O’Dell’s… Continue reading The Cursed Table Caper – Part 2
This week’s blog detours from opinions and personal essays to pure fiction by means of a short story dance with my 1950s Private Eye, Randal Murphy. It’s a two-parter, maybe three, so, please, join me again next week for the conclusion. Enjoy! As always, thanks for stopping by. The Cursed Table Caper Hungover like a… Continue reading The Cursed Table Caper