Sit back, settle in, and prepare yourself for this long story about how a short story has found it’s way to the light. OK, not really found footage, like the Blair Witch Project up there, but found wordage? Yeah, we’ll go with that. This found wordage had been lost for around 39 years. I say had, because it has been found! Found by me! When I was around 17 years old, I fancied myself as the next Stephen King and…
I already posted about the first time I wrote a story. This is about the second time I tried that. In my younger days I was enamored with Stephen King and his books. I loved them and read them all. I wanted to write like Stephen King and tell his kind of stories. I attempted to do that on several occasions but the tales never materialized the way I thought they would and I eventually abandoned them. In 1987 when…
I’ve hit a bit of a writer’s block here. I’ve got like eleventybillion (just an estimate) unfinished drafts that I can’t seem to complete. Usually when this happens I go to my fall back 642 things to write about series, but I can’t even get the ball rolling on one of those. My recent health issues have consumed a lot of my time and have also scrambled my brain somewhat. So I’ve decided to take the lazy way out. I’ve…
Don’t you hate it when someone reposts an old post? Yeah, me too. Oh, guess what? I’m reposting an old post. You hate me now don’t you? Well, Slightly Dickish, isn’t in my tag line as filler. I originally posted this story as a note on my Facebook page before I started this blog. Then after I started this blog I was like “What the hell do I post now?” So I copied some of my FB notes and published them here as…
When I was a teen and first heard “Little Red Corvette” on the radio I thought the words were “Live and Collect”. You know, like the girl in the song was living and collecting guys as she went along? There was no internet or Sound Hound to look up the lyrics back then. Music videos hadn’t even come on the scene yet. I didn’t buy the cassette; I just taped it off the radio like all my other allowance challenged…
So we were headed to the Blue Ridge Mountains for Memorial Day weekend. Michele only had to work half a day Friday and we thought we would be getting a jump on the traffic. Wrong! We reached the HRBT (Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel), or tried to reach it. About six miles before it there was dead stop traffic. We were in my truck with the two dogs. I had lowered the back seat so that there was just cargo space in…