Photo by author Fire engulfing the horizon behind the young woman with her hair toppled on her head, she marched away. Her sooty face grimaced as her footsteps fell on the cracked ground. She wore torn clothes, and like her face, smeared with black. She pulled up the strap of
(Before they burn you) Be late, tell them my alarm didn’t go off Don’t burn your bridges I want to call off Don’t burn your bridges I want to walk out that door Don’t burn your bridges I’m told. I’m grim. I feel my
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Sings John Adams in the beginning of 1776, the musical. And I peer like he did into the shadows with my hand over my eyes to help me see. So, I ask and hope not to wait as long as John did for a letter from Abigail, "Is anyone
No swamp in this post, except for figuring out this writing game or should I say publishing, seeking out a living from writing, I go back and forth. Am I really supposed to do what I desire? By end of this summer break, I slipped into a schedule and am
As promised... Kelly drove down the the state highway pass the bridge. A police car waited at the entrance to the road. She checked her speedometer. As many times as she has been on this road over fifty years, she still wonders what is the speed limit and was she
I should be writing on City. I fritter the day away trying to figure out all these platforms. I need to feel comfortable in a resource. As with life, all these platforms keep changing. And don't even get me started on Facebook. Ugh, what a hold it has
Miss gazed at the books at the library book sale. She published the year before, and since putting what she had into marketing and feeling left behind. A famous author's book sat on the shelf. Fifty cents. Is that what it boils down to? she thought. Your books
I woke up yesterday morning, feeling a weight lifted. Slightly foggy, but coolish at sixty six degrees as I stepped onto the porch. I believe there was a fog warning. How to protect your property? Well, be aware and don't drive in patchy fog. That didn't
I mentioned the email yesterday about what procrastination is really saying. It's your body's response to fear while sitting at the keyboard. I asked myself, "What am I afraid of?" and tried to answer some of it. I'm thinking right now, that
Even emails selling a product can give insight. Today was one such day. The email attracted my attention, usually this one doesn't, but I hardly ever unsubscribe from many that I don't read. Maybe today is one of those reasons. Someone had written into the writer
I fiddled around with learning about Ghost. I believe you can subscribed for five dollars a month. I think that is a good deal. I promise to write exclusive material here for the paid subscribers. Today, you all or yinz are free. But it's still exclusive. I'