I’ve been blogging off and on since 2009, the year I lost my job during the not-so-great recession. Back then I blogged to purge my thoughts and never thought about finding a niche for my blog. I considered blogging a platform for testing ideas, where I could meet other bloggers and get feedback on my posts…. Continue reading
I tried writing a blog post today and ended up floating through social media sites, adhering to the parameters of my short attention span. On Twitter, I attempted to write 140 characters of prose for the 1st-line Wednesday hashtag game. Instead, I wrote 116 characters, which included the hashtag #1linewed, falling short of my 500-word goal. Writing is hard…. Continue reading
I had every intention of writing a blog post but that same old dread enveloped me like a noxious fog — President Trump. Eye twitches. I tried to calm myself by meditating: ohm, ohm… Oh, my God, President Trump. Throat constricts. I tried taking a walk to get inspired: Trees, birds… Trump. Brain freezes. I’ve got… Continue reading
Why write a post for free when I should be revising a story I want to sell to a magazine? Writing is my focus, not blogging.
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Jack W. Schmidt was born on September 19, 1927 and died on July 25, 2015 at age 88. The world seems a bit off without him in it… this Jack of all trades who was an actor, writer, cryptologist and a financial analyst for the aerospace industry. In Jack’s career as an actor, he appeared on… Continue reading
SAY GOUDA! The story of Gouda Jones, a former cheesemonger and Wisconsin resident, is a source of pride and embarrassment for Gouda’s loyal fanbase of Cheeseheaads and Happy Hour enthusiasts. There was never any doubt Gouda Jones had a nose for cheese. She could detect the finest cheese aromas from miles away with her extraordinary… Continue reading
Most people think like this: B&W B&WB&W B&W B&WB&WB&W B&WB&WB&WB&WB&W But writers think like this: !?^~*€¥§‡««¤µ†~*¿!?^~*€¥▼{‡¬««µ†~^~*€¥▼{£§‡«¤µ We can’t help ourselves. While driving to work I think about imaginary characters, or the tarp in the back of the truck in front of me that looks like there’s a body beneath it, or the street sign… Continue reading
During the pubescent Salkin years, I used to think humans were Martian spawns. I don’t know where that idea came from. I guess the same place all weird ideas came from – the sky … and UFOs. Sometime later during my teenage years, after I got my first typewriter, a thought hit me between… Continue reading
A sound flutters around me in a distant sort of way, a voice as ethereal as a whisper, speaks my name, “Sherri, Sherri.” Strange…I’m the only one here in the dwindling afternoon, waiting for darkness to swallow sunlight…“Sherri, Sherri.” Through the haze, shadows with human faces drift through a dimly lit room; my mother… Continue reading
Linking two prompts with one post. Five Sentence Fiction: Forgotten Silly Sunday My apologies to Rhonda. Today, I have a linking problem. Following the Scent of Keys Where did I leave my keys? Did I lose them down the FedEx chute while dropping off the package? No, I drove home, stuffed them… Continue reading