A first chapter of I don't know what written for "September Scene Writing Month." Warning: contains received language. Feedback welcome. Marianne had overslept, but it didn’t really matter. She pulled on her yellow uniform t-shirt and sat down at the wooden desk which doubled as her vanity, decorated only with a small crystal lamp she … Continue reading Excuse me you got a little something there. #SepSceneWriMo.”
Month: September 2020
I can’t contain myself. #SOCS.
For Linda G. Hill's "Stream of Consciousness Saturday" prompt: "container" Lately, I have been reflecting on my excessive emotion and unhinged behavior and the disastrous consequences they have had on my life, and then up came this prompt in my blog post feed. Containers—why, that’s just what I need! A good, sturdy container to put … Continue reading I can’t contain myself. #SOCS.
My inexorable, abusive, idiot boss. #FOWC
Written for Fandango's One Word Challenge, "inexorable." You might want to go away if you don't want to read a job rant. You have been warned. I have never met a security guard who didn’t smoke. I went outside to wait for my ride and the security manager came out shortly after. She leaned against … Continue reading My inexorable, abusive, idiot boss. #FOWC
Escape to the Food Court: The Plums. Part 2. #SepSceneWriMo
Previously on Escape to the Food Court: Lunch Time: "CREEEAAAAK! The bed pressed down on my head. Poop! Now what? Either she gets off the bed or I suffocate! My only ray of hope was that her incontinence would strike and she’d have to run, or someone worth avoiding more than finding me came along." … Continue reading Escape to the Food Court: The Plums. Part 2. #SepSceneWriMo
To grandmother’s house we go: #SepSceneWriMo
She woke up with sweat trickling down the sides of her face into her ears. A strange night. Bad dreams. It was gross but why worry about it? She changed and went back to bed. It happened again a few nights later. Well, the weather was getting very warm now, and she was still using … Continue reading To grandmother’s house we go: #SepSceneWriMo
Writers, I need your help with character headspace
One thing I struggle with, when writing a character, is what I call "headspace," meaning someone's view of the world as molded by their era, upbringing, and milieu. Writing something contemporary is difficult for me because I'm just not up to speed with all the crap people do nowadays. My life does not revolve around … Continue reading Writers, I need your help with character headspace
An undeserved recognition: Vincent Ehindero Award
Lyn Crain was kind enough to nominate me for the "Vincent Ehindero Award." So a big "thank you" to Lyn for giving me the chance to connect with other bloggers. I encourage you to click on her name and check out her blog for poetry, stories, and life journey stuff. What genre is your favorite? … Continue reading An undeserved recognition: Vincent Ehindero Award
Escape to the Food Court: Lunch Time. Part 1. #SepSceneWriMo
Written for September Scene Writing Month Yes! Lunch time! All day long I had been setting up my desk with papers and other signs of work being done in preparation for this very hour. I had laid out the thickest binders I could find and scattered around some daunting reports, including one I had written … Continue reading Escape to the Food Court: Lunch Time. Part 1. #SepSceneWriMo
Who the Hell Knows? 