Story By A Line

I don’t know how the brains of all reading addicts work. But for my own brain, we will often read a story together, my brain and I, then go on a tangent, and make up a new story about something it just saw in the book we’re reading. I’m not talking about writing fanfiction, though that has often happened as well. I’m talking about reading a scene, or even a single line, and wanting an entirely new story completely separate from the novel as a whole, totally unrelated to the story, based just on that singular line. Maybe there is a proper term for it, but in my head I’ve always referred to it as a story by a line.Read More »


Short Story Publishing – A Chat with Windy Lynn Harris

HNS Meeting – Windy Lynn Harris

The bimonthly meetings of the AZ Historical Novel Society are always interesting and informative. At lest, I have always found them to be so. The meeting this month, though, was  especially awesome this time. Windy Lynn Harris, an editor at The Review Review and prolific author herself (she has 80+ short stories and essays published), was our guest speaker. It is possible that there has been a cooler speaker in recent months, but I’ll be damned if I could tell you who it was. Windy was amazing! You should check out her website.Read More »

Travel Curse – Denver Manifestation Oct 2015

I used to be able to travel just about anywhere without a problem at all. Didn’t matter if I had connecting flights, layovers, you name it. It simply wasn’t ever a problem. Then at some point, I did something to anger the travel gods, and I can’t go anywhere without a travel curse descending upon me in some way. I no longer fly unless I can get a nonstop, because something will cause my flight to be delayed and I will miss my connection. Or I’ll lose my boarding passes somewhere between security and the gate. Or they’ll lose my luggage. Or the entire North Europe flight control system will crash and I’ll get stuck in Heathrow airport and all of the above will happen at once. True story. So yeah. Travel curse.Read More »

To Explore

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who just wanted to explore. At first, she could really only explore a very small area, her crib, and she was very familiar with all the soft corners of her little world. She often  observed the room about her, and had quite long talks with the friends who lived in the room with her. Some were on the nearby battered old dresser, and some were in the chest of toys that had held many previous generations of toys, and some hung upon the walls and kept watch over her as she slept at night.

As she got older, the girl began to explore the rest of the room, and then the whole house, learning all its nooks and crannies and wonderful hiding spots where she could tell her secrets to her best friend, the little stuffed blue-grey elephant who followed her everywhere. Eventually the girl got Big Enough to explore Outside. Outside included places like The Park and The Zoo and the remote and fantastical location called Disneyland. It also included places like School and The Doctor’s Office, and these the girl tolerated because her mother told her she must, although really she liked School because she could learn about all the Other Places she would be able to explore when she was Big Enough.

And so it came to pass that one day the girl rose from her bed and realised she was a Grown-Up, and that she had finished all her School and had done All The Things her mother said she ought to do. Now she was Old Enough to go explore the Whole World and see all the gardens and butterflies, and swim in all the seas and see all the bright fish, and sample all the tastiest foods and sweetest desserts from all the Other Places she had learned about. And so she did, and she wrote all her experiences down in a book and sold it, and kept living her life. And one day, many years later, her book made its way into the hands of another little girl who just wanted to explore.

100 Word Trek

I felt like writing a Star Trek something, but didn’t want to go all-out, nor did I feel like writing an actual fan fiction. So I did a drabble, and challenged myself to write only 100 words. No more, no less. It was kind of fun. Here it is.Read More »

Apple Pie

At Thanksgiving, my grandmother taught me how to make pies. It was always her thing to bring to the family feast. Now, that she can no longer stand to be on her feet that long, the job falls to me, and has done for a number of years now.

The below is a short piece of creative writing I did, in memory of the first time we made pies together.

Happy Thanksgiving!Read More »