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Again I don’t know what I’m going to write about. I have to write myself into the inspirational corner but depending on the size of the room it might take a while. Behind me I hear the boy cat coming. … Continue reading
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That’s what we did last Saturday—something interesting. For something to be interesting, it doesn’t have to be a happy experience. I think things that one does rarely, or goes through for the first time—like the death of a friend, or … Continue reading
Judy Garland serenades George Murphy with “Daddy, don’t leave me, Daddy”. In 1942 this scenario was innocent enough, but today comes off as a bit creepy. I am sitting in front of the TV, streaming “My Gal Sal” on Kanopy. … Continue reading
After exploring the island’s active volcanic caldera, Thor and I cool off in the shady lanes of Mandraki village. NOTE: Since our recent trip to Greece to research more settings for my novel-in-progress, THE ARIADNE DISCONNECT, Thor and I knew … Continue reading
It all started last December with an article in the local newspaper, saying that the animal shelter was overcrowded and were offering half-off on adoption fees. So, since mine beloved spouse had been languishing in the absence of a dog … Continue reading
Pard: An Interrupted Nap Linda Long, photographer. Marilyn Reaves, distracter. U.K. Le Guin, skritcher. … Continue reading
About cats And writers. We have cats. I think most of us do, anyway. Every writer I know personally has one or more cats—oh there are a few of us who dare to own dogs AND cats. Or dogs only. … Continue reading
Ten years ago, the axis of the Earth changed its tilt. The air warmed. All the glacial and polar ice melted. Water filled the land and pushed the people further and further inland. What were once coastal mountains are now islands. What were once fertile valleys are now ocean bays. Humanity is reduced to scattered self-sufficient villages. Their numbers reduced toa tiny fraction of a small fraction of the once teeming masses.
Continue readingIt’s an unmistakeable smell, one of those olfactory sensations felt nearly as much in the back of the throat as in the nostrils, and when it hits while I am dusting out in the great room, I initiate the protocol … Continue reading
It’s cold as a dog, and the wind northeast. The windows of the office are rattling. Just another winter’s day in Ditsville. Even the mice are sleeping in. Which is what I’m doing when the Dame yells, “I lost my … Continue reading