The Wolf Moon

Jan. 13, 2017 Close to midnight: A gawd-awful howl rises from within the trees bordering our yard and sets the neighbors Labrador barking with menace. Then all is quiet.  I turn off the lights, look out our windows. I can see easily because the ground is white with hoarfrost, the sky is clear and the moon shines almost directly overhead, yet I  can make out nothing that would have caused the dog next door to go off like that. I open the kitchen window and listen. In the distance, coyotes yip and a neighbors rooster is crowing so I don’t think whatever made … Continue reading The Wolf Moon

Night Shift

We’re camped at a place called Graves Creek. It’s midnight. The lantern glow and diminishing campfire flames, the nearby rush of river with rising shadows of mountains I can barely discern above silhouetted tree tops, and the oxygen-rich air of this rain-forest valley conspire to keep me awake by offering me an experience too wonderful to miss should I sleep. A Lunar moth with a body the size of cigar, its wings spanning at least six inches, flutters, heavily, to the lantern light.  It bounces against the lantern base, bumps the cedar tree, and then, with wobbling flight, continues its … Continue reading Night Shift

Letter to Donald Trump for Help in Fleshing Out a Character within My Fiction Novel

November 15, 2016 Note to readers: the following letter was originally written in August 2014. It has nothing to do with current politics. It was never mailed. You are welcome to share your thoughts on my questions. I’ve spent 2 1/2 Nanowrimos on this fiction novel so far. I wasn’t able to participate this November and sorely miss the opportunity. But I do want to thank all the writers over there for their help during previous years. Here was/is my “working title and cover.” It’s just something, you know, something. I kept this letter to Donald Trump within my notes because … Continue reading Letter to Donald Trump for Help in Fleshing Out a Character within My Fiction Novel

Gawdawful Creepy

Is it more frightening to hear something you cannot identify or to see something—a threat— you hadn’t realized existed? Would you rather be confronted by: A pack of Dire-wolves or grizzly bears? Angry Sasquatches or armed intruders? A huge Star-ship blasting beams of light towards earth in search of unwary humans or standing within a forest of brittle trees during a major windstorm? Yes, those are all threats you can see. But what about those sounds heard in the dead of night and in daylight hours that you cannot readily identify ? I’ve experienced a few of those and here are a couple of the … Continue reading Gawdawful Creepy

Day Three: One-Word Inspiration: HOPE

October 2016 Assignment:  Prompts come in many different forms. Sometimes, a single word is all you need. Here are six: hope regret home choice secret abundance Select one word from this list as your post inspiration. Hope is something I’ve thought about and written on before today. Yet, of all the words listed above, it retains its important position in my life. I’m glad to see it at the top of this list. So what I’m going to do is link what I’m going to share with you to my other WordPress site. The following is an excerpt of my … Continue reading Day Three: One-Word Inspiration: HOPE

Everyday Inspiration: Day 2

October 2016 Assignment: Today, let’s write a list. Compiling a list is a way to let loose, unlock ideas, and free your mind. Today, write your own list on one of these topics: o Things I Like o Things I’ve Learned o Things I Wish o Things You’re Good At There are no rules,. . . I thought I’d take the “no rules” literally and make a list of a different, useful kind. Please let me know if you plan to use something as a springboard that inspired you from my topics, too. Share a link. I’d like to read what … Continue reading Everyday Inspiration: Day 2

Tend the Garden

Originally posted on Storyshucker:
A longtime friend commented during dinner that her next door neighbor’s son was on the path to nowhere and constantly in trouble. She thought herself clever referring to him as “a weed in the garden of life”. Although an avid fan of barbed words and wit, I found her comment harsh directed at a kid who was barely a teenager. He was dismissed and labeled as worthless. A weed. “But maybe he’s a pokeweed!” I said in a positive tone. She rolled her eyes. I recognized the look of resignation on her face. The look many… Continue reading Tend the Garden