The place was a dive. Old photographs of famous people who once ate there hung on the walls, but none of the pictures was newer than somewhere in the mid 1970s. Faded wallpaper was starting to peel at the seams. The place smelled somewhere between a campground latrine and the morning after a frat houseContinue reading “Jackpot – based on a true story”
Category Archives: Writing
The would-be wordsmith’s nightmare
He cracked his knuckles and started writing, and his curiosity was piqued by the character who appeared on the page before him. “Ya think I’m some circus animal who can just pop out of nowhere and do my tricks, don’t ya?” said the curious being. It was an amazing sight. The voice sounded like aContinue reading “The would-be wordsmith’s nightmare”
Reminders at my work station
“Small steps are great. But you gotta keep walking.” A guest on Joanna Penn’s “The Creative Penn” podcast said that some years ago, and I wrote it down and posted it above my writing station. I forgot to write down who said it, though. My bad. At the time I didn’t have a lot ofContinue reading “Reminders at my work station”
Seth Godin on how to keep blogging every day
It’s been about 1,000 days since Seth Godin posted a reflection called “This is post 7,000,” about his habit of posting in his blog every day without fail. In fact, if I counted right (and I only did a rough estimate), today is that 1,000th day. Post 8,000 actually took place a little while ago,Continue reading “Seth Godin on how to keep blogging every day”
The Best Question in the World
I’ve read many a book on writing and most of them say, “Writers write. So write,” and many others say, “Remember to have fun,” and I’ve found that when I remember that sage advice, results seem to result.
The Story of the Cow, the Moose, and the Gnome on the Shelf
“Cow?” said the gnome. “What cow?” said the moose. “That cow,” said the storyman. “Moo,” said the cow.
Prologue to The Monarchs
“Look at that big piece of driftwood,” she laughed. “It looks like a dead giant caterpillar washed ashore.” Grant Jenssen laughed, too, but then he took a second look. The wood was washed not quite white, more of a light tan, and the little stubs from broken branches could have been legs; the resemblance toContinue reading “Prologue to The Monarchs”