Jacob used to love his walks. He looked at the wildlife, listened to the river and tried to guess the oncoming weather.
…Rain was always a fair bet.
Tag: general fiction
442: The Leader of the Dirty Dozen Disciples; The August Heat Times Five; The Next Voice of Choice
The Mysterious Ways of Lee Marvin
I was with friends, waiting to be seated at a restaurant, and I kept hearing “So and so party of such and such, your table is ready” over the speaker. Since I cannot keep my mouth shut, I joked “Christ, party of thirteen, your table is ready.” This earned me a sour look from a lady across the lobby, whom God must have endowed with keen hearing. She was wearing a crucifix large enough for a rapper or eighties’ era Madonna. I sighed, for it seems to me that God probably has a sense of humor, although many of the faithful do not.
Continue reading “442: The Leader of the Dirty Dozen Disciples; The August Heat Times Five; The Next Voice of Choice”
Week 426 -Protective Sports-Wear For Those Who Need It, Erika The Legend And An Eye-Witness Account.
Another week to be rounded up.
We are now at number 426.
Let’s start with a question.
If you submit your work to a site/publisher /whoever, would you rather that they were drunk whilst reading?
If I threw in a ‘You would be guaranteed an acceptance’, would that change your answer?
And if I throw in a further, you’d receive a payment, does that make any difference?
Let’s find out those with principles and the other sensible folks!!
Continue reading “Week 426 -Protective Sports-Wear For Those Who Need It, Erika The Legend And An Eye-Witness Account.”
425: Plotting, The Week in Love and Derivative Devices
The Plot is in the Mail
The concept of plotting a story is alien to me. I’m as able to plot as I am able to dunk a basketball. Personally speaking, I, at best, have only the fuzziest idea of how something I work on ends. Nine times out of ten it doesn’t end that way, but is an ending directed by wherever the flow of the thing takes me.
The problem I have with plotting is it appears to be a blueprint for creativity, not far from the formula romance writers follow. Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back and they both live nakedly ever after. Inaccurately, or otherwise, I see a difference between story and plot. I see stories unfolding in a natural manner with interesting things and interesting people meeting up–all left open for happy surprises that the author was unaware of until the composition began. And plotting as something on par with paint by numbers.
Continue reading “425: Plotting, The Week in Love and Derivative Devices”
Week 423: Tributes, An Easter Eve Recap, and the Book or the Film?
A Weird Al Tribute Band Will Herald the End of Days
I do not know if it began with Elvis Impersonators or the Beatles, but I’ve noticed that there is a big business devoted to “tribute bands.” All the major groups have at least one, some have many. The Stones, Queen, Led Zeppelin, the Supremes and so on. And some are better at doing the songs than the original artist. The name of a tribute band is usually a song or a phrase associated with the adored object; stuff like “We Will Rock You” and “The Song Remains the Same.” The only difference I see between a tribute band and a cover band is the singular focus of the former.
Continue reading “Week 423: Tributes, An Easter Eve Recap, and the Book or the Film?”
Baara by Hugh Cron
Charlie knew where he was going.
He’d always seen darkness and accepted it.
Continue reading “Baara by Hugh Cron”
A Conversation About The Sixties by Hugh Cron (Adult Content)
“I’m fed up watching the news. Seemingly, the queen’s still dead.”
“That’s six months now and they’re still harping on about it. I can’t remember the last time I bought a paper.”
Continue reading “A Conversation About The Sixties by Hugh Cron (Adult Content)”
Week 418- Advice; Action; Distraction
Advice
I believe that doctors, mechanics and everyone else whose work alters material objects should always listen to advice offered by their peers and seek it when in doubt. “Dr. Smith, I know I am only assisting–but is there a reason to leave a scalpel in the patient?”; “Hey boss, we got some doo-hickeys left over from that 737 engine we just serviced–you think that means something?” Indeed there are situations when ego should be set aside, but I do not believe that is always the best policy in works of imagination.
Continue reading “Week 418- Advice; Action; Distraction”
Franky And Jesus by Hugh Cron (Warning – Very strong adult content with what some would find blasphemous references. Do not read if you are likely to be offended.)
For my sister Tracy – Happy birthday and I know that your mind will be elsewhere. Hope this cheers you up a wee tad.
Continue reading “Franky And Jesus by Hugh Cron (Warning – Very strong adult content with what some would find blasphemous references. Do not read if you are likely to be offended.)”
WEEK 410: Will You Still Feed Me; A Brave New Year; Mistaken Identity
2023 looks more like an address number than a year to me. Yet when I see 1985 as an address, I think of the year. I liked 1985 for the most part, yet I have already developed a distrust of 2023, though we are just a few days into it.
Racehorses have New Year’s birthdays. As I have since childhood, I still imagine them wearing leftover New Year’s Eve party hats in the stable, eating birthday apples. I identify with the Horses because my birthday happens very close to the start of the year. But unlike a three-year-old Mare, I didn’t don a party hat because I am suspicious of 2023’s intent.
Continue reading “WEEK 410: Will You Still Feed Me; A Brave New Year; Mistaken Identity”
literally stories 