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Writing Again

th2ZGOP1URI’ve been writing for over a month just not posting. I’ve been posting for a sports blog, but not my own.

Writing is cathartic; like gardening, painting, photography, music or sculpting which leads me to thinking God gave us the ability to do those things to overcome times of grief, melancholy, times for reflection, or amusement. Those things are gifts; not so much the ability to do them well, just the natural desire to do them. In many respects a noble endeavor.

A short story has been started and grown to novella proportions (a little over 20,000 words at present). I know the ending, which will likely change. I know how to get there, but not sure how long to take.

It will start appearing in a day or so. It’s called The Sixth Man – it has nothing to do with basketball.

I don’t want to post anything that is not complete, but I want to start posting something. As an example I’ve introduced parts to a plot that should have been referenced earlier. As I post, those things will be rewritten and added, but I’m concerned about later episodes. Anyway, that’s my problem.

Let me tell you a little about The Sixth Man; he does not know who he is and sets out on a journey to find out.

Hope ya’ll enjoy.

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The Vision To Write

Futures Past

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?

When a young boy being in the Major Leagues was my dream. It was sometime about that time a seed was planted. I try to remember the moment; over the years I’ve been able to come up with several moments, but I wanted to write. And it was never with the goal of making a living at it, but rather writing for the love of it. Over the years I’ve written just for myself. In the early 90s a couple of short stories were published, but when the Internet and Al Gore came along, along with it the ability to publish your own work; I plied my vision.

At any rate, here is the link to my 4th episode of a short story entitled Class Reunion.


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Steinbeck, Hemingway, and Elvis

thH3OL67XIA Form of Flattery

Write a post about any topic you want, but in the style of an author or a blogger you admire.

I’m sorry. I feel greatly inadequate to copy the style of Steinbeck or Hemingway. The closest I could probably come is a bottle a scotch, a shot glass, a typewriter like what is seen above, a blank sheet of paper, and a cool ocean breeze. My thU6B61LBZefforts would be tantamount to a bad Elvis impersonation. The world has enough of them and there is only one Steinbeck and Hemingway – and one Elvis and impersonations I’ve seen are hardly flattering.

Here is the link to my short story of the day in my own style, not filtered through the greedy grubby little hands and minds of editors, rich and unadulterated – Saved – Part 1. Hope you enjoy


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Beware of This Prompt

Reason to Believe

In Reason to Believe,, Bruce Springsteen sings, At the end of every hard-earned day / people find some reason to believe. What’s your reason to believe?

Like many lyrics they are meaningless and have very little content – “Baby, baby, baby.”

This prompt is so open… Believe in self, your writing, others, God, karma, etc?

Likely what we might grasp for in this exercise is what we most doubt exists. It gives an opportunity to fortify a weak assumption or belief. So to reiterate what will be chosen is what we doubt most.

We are in constant need of affirmation in all things we do. That’s why we seem to cluster to people who like us. They affirm in our minds our value and we reciprocate.

I believe Mr. Springsteen is selling recordings and empty ideas (and doing quite well, I may add).

Here is a link to a short story, The Brilliant Norman Sebastian. Everything he did was brilliant… at least that’s what he believed and others did also.



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The Brilliant Norman Sebastian

“And here is the most brilliant writer and creative mind of our generation,” the master of ceremonies said. “His books and screen plays are brilliant. We no longer will be saying a person has the Midas touch, but we will be saying the Sebastian touch. And now, here he is, Norman Sebastian!”

The applause was enthusiastic. Everyone from the world of literature, the arts, and the movie industry were there.

Sebastian moved to the lectern. He smiled smugly. He pointed at someone, “Give me an article.”


He pointed at another. “Give me an adjective.”


He pointed to another. “A noun.”


“The Green Bone,” Sebastian said and smiled confidently. “The Green Bone by Norman Sebastian. The pale yellow bone turned green.”

Everyone stood and applauded.

The master of ceremonies rushed to the microphone nearly in tears. “Brilliant! I can see producers and publishers are already lining up. Didn‘t I tell you this man was brilliant.”



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Montezuma’s revenge and the Ring of Fire

Ring of Fire

Do you love hot and spicy foods or do you avoid them for fear of what tomorrow might bring?

It was a bitter and burning lesson. I tried showing my Mexican friend I was as macho as he.

We ate dinner together.  He sprinkled salt on a plate, he dabbed a jalapeño in the salt, and took a bite of it with each bite of food.

“Das de way we do eet in Meckico,” he said.

Eager to show my multicultural diversity, tolerance, and machismo I did the same. “Bien,” I said.

He rolled his eyes. “You mus be careful,” he cautioned. “Eef you no use to it you know for sure what Montezuma’s revenge really ees.”

Approximately six hours later I was cursing Montezuma and the horse he road in on. Spending the greater part of an evening on the throne leaves a red ring – that’s my ring of fire.

Here is a the link to my short story for the day, Sex and Dirty Words Before Publishing, Please.


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Sex And Dirty Words Before Publishing, Please

Skip just walked into his office at home, the space where he did his writing.

The phone rang.

“Hello,” Skip said and sat behind his desk.

“Is this Skip Rollins?”

“Yes it is,” Skip said.

“Good, I’m Dale Blakely, the agent you sent the manuscript to.”

“I’m glad to hear from you, Dale,” Skip said excitedly.

“I read your manuscript,” Dale said. “And I’m really excited about representing you.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Skip said. “My friend, Butch Walings, who you represent recommended you.”

“You have a good story and well written,” Dale said. “I don’t say this often, but I couldn’t put it down.”

“That’s encouraging to hear,” Skip smiled broadly.

“There are a few adjustments I will recommend that will assure publication,” Dale said. “What I’m going to do is send your manuscript back with a contract. Sign the contract immediately and get it back to me. That way I can start talking to some friends I have in the publishing business about your novel. What I do is get them eager and before long they are asking me for the manuscript, then begging. So during the next month I want you to make some recommended changes. Than I can plop it into the lap of a publisher.”

“Incredible!” Skip said. “What suggestions do you have in mind?”

“Make the character, Charles Flowers, gay,” Dale said. “Nothing graphic, but just an added layer of conflict and realism.”

“But he’s not gay,” Skip said. “How real is that?”

“You’re the writer, make it real,” Dale said. “Weave it in. And don’t your people ever curse? Toss in a F bomb here and there.”

“Normally I opt for just saying that the character cursed,” Skip said. “I allow the readers’ own back ground and breeding to fill in what was said when it comes to cursing.”

“That doesn’t make sense, you know?” Dale said. “Your characters have to have sex and curse and … well do things people do to make life complete.”

“There’s all sorts of ways to use the bathroom,” Skip said. “My characters just go to the bathroom without an announcement or graphic description. Sometimes my characters don’t even go to the bathroom the entire story and no one complains about the story not being real, but they got to relieve themselves sometime. We know they do. If not, there would be a collective gush at the end of the novel.”

“As it is, Skip,” Dale said. “Your novel will never sell.”

“But you read it,” Skip said. “And you said you couldn’t put it down.”

“But I can’t get it past a publisher in its present form,” Dale said. “They won’t even consider it.”

“If you like it as much as you said you did that shouldn’t be much of a problem,” Skip said. “I’m sorry. Dale, the story and writing is true, to change it would be like drawing a mustache on the Mona Lisa.”


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