How is it that it is 9:40 and I have yet to really accomplish anything?  I did eat dinner, make a phone call, play Scrabble on facebook.  But not much else.

Time to write.  If that means I run out of time for my thoughts on the short stories I've read recently (for posting in 365shortstories ) or last night's HEROES ...  it's my own fault.

Rumor has it, and one of these days I'll actually do the work to find out if it's true, that I am related on my paternal grandmother's side to AA Milne.  No surprise then that the resident of Pooh Corner I identify most closely with is Christopher Robin himself.  He was a boy who talked to his toys and had an active imagination, and that was me at ( Read more... )

Well, the main character of the book I'm writing for NaNoWriMo this year makes the wish that starts the book on his own breath:

... and when you laugh at the bus stop about how silly you were to think the ice wouldn't be hard enough on Christmas Day, you notice that if you concentrate real hard you can actually see the words you speak crystallize ( Read more... )

Yes, but a wonderful one!

Happy Birthday, Mr. Stoker!

A young boy whose brother died unexpectedly earlier in the year believes a old Christmas tradition will enable him to say goodbye.

For some reason, even though they were no longer recording when I became a fan, my first favorite band was Jay Black and the Americans.  Probably because I was about 12 years old when my family went to a concert at Dick Clark's Westchester Theatre and saw a 50s-60s revival show, and Jay came out wearing a shirt with Mickey Mouse giving the finger ( Read more... )