Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Honeycomb...


Would anybody publish a story about an eighty year-old woman and ten year-old boy who have nothing at all in common except their mutual obsession with honeybees? Probably not, but I wrote it anyway.

Saturday, July 21, 2018

Some say...


Some say Drovers Gap is a magical place, but we try not to let it show too much. We only make our spells at night, after all the tourists are away to home and bed.


.

Friday, July 20, 2018

...seldom need.


There's seldom need to waste time unless we secretly want something to complain about. I found this quiet shady nook to work on my story while I waited for The Main Muse to join me for lunch. They make stupendous pizza here. The pizza itself would have been worth the wait, but it wouldn't have been nearly as good without her company.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Better...


I like writing short stories better than writing novels. It is harder to write a good short story, but a novel takes a lot longer. At my age, my odds of finishing a short story are much better.

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Wade in the water...


It isn’t a perfect story, although a friend kindly called it that. The Main Muse says it is the best story I’ve written. What I know for sure is that it is as good as anything I’ve written. It turned out just the way I saw it when I began writing it, and it surprised me several times along the way. Most of my short stories leave the “ending” to the reader. This one comes to a definite conclusion, and manages to still have a future. I like it very much.  It makes me hopeful about the next project.


Now I need to find somebody who will pay me to publish it. Writing stories is a low-overhead endeavor, but it is necessary to try to wring a little money out of it so one can pay some of the bills that piled up while writing.



Wade in the Water recounts William Erwin’s escape from the local eldercare facility, and it reminds us that every escape from somewhere is an escape to somewhere else. When his story finds a home, I’ll let you know where to read it.

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Monday, July 16, 2018

It's hard...


It's hard to be sad for all the stories I will never read or never write
 while I'm being glad for those I do.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Scribbler's roost...


Nostalgia Court offers a right cool spot to write in, provided you get there early before the sun gets high and the tourists and summer folk start to congregate. The Wildflour coffee is pretty good, too. Once you have coffee, you'll want to hang around for breakfast.

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Friday, July 13, 2018

There's enough...



 There's enough world for everybody,
If we'd all just learn to get along,
watch where we're going,
look out for one another,
be content with what we need,
recognize a friend when we meet one.

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Too much ado...


After too much ado
about too many things
there's finally nothing
left at all to do
except to stand still
in this peaceful place,
steady my brain
and let the words
find me (The bear
is a friend's friend;
he won't talk to me
while I'm writing).

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

I wouldn't mind...


Barnaby, the watchbear down at Nostalgia Court, gets bored on dark summer nights when nobody's around. He's decided to fill the quiet hours by writing a novel. I wouldn't mind him using my laptop if he didn't keep changing all my settings and preferences.

Monday, July 9, 2018

Oh, yes, I love...


Oh, yes, I love this tilted world,
I’m in no hurry to leave her at all,
but I can feel atop a hard mountain,
or at the end of a steep stony day,
 or just laying by a long aggravation,
some peculiar lightness of being
as if the next breeze might lift me
up and away to that day soon coming
when I shall attain escape velocity
and learn to fly on my broken wings.

Sunday, July 8, 2018

...a sadness.


At summer's green and golden heart,
there's a sadness lurking deep
in the shadows of the flowers,
in the whisperings of leaves;
all spring's promises now unfolded,
each fruitful burgeoning now cast,
each day's sun a little lower,
each summer's fog a sly rehersal,
for a snowfall still unthinkable.

Saturday, July 7, 2018

In these times...


Likely, I feel as strongly as anybody about the people in power over our country right now, but we all need to remember that hospitality remains a sacred duty. Jesus said whatever we do to any we do to him. He said if we turn the very least of souls from our table, we turn him away. 

There are people I'd just as soon not eat with, but that's what Jesus said. He also said to love our enemies and pray for our persecutors. Yes, he did.


 

Friday, July 6, 2018

Pray...


People of faith should pray for our president, that he be delivered from the evil that possesses him. It will never be satiated. With each fresh outrage, it will drive him to greater atrocities.

Thursday, July 5, 2018

...place.


Not a fancy place,
just a small place
but the people here
make it a good place;
Whatever your place,
you can get there from here.