Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Disenergetic
I love making up words. When my energy is spent, I feel dis-energetic. Now that you know my present energy level is that of a 100 year old on life support, I’ll tell… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: September, 2019
What do you think?
I just put this ad for my book on Facebook and Twitter. What do you think about it? Excellent Good Indifferent Bad You’ve got to be Sh!##ng me!! HOLDING THE LINES: The… Continue reading
99 word prompt : unremembered
September 26, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about someone unremembered. Is it a momentary lapse or a loss in time? Play with the tone — make… Continue reading
My nut in a dayshell
I’m blind without my glasses. Literally 20/400. If a cardboard eye chart is used and I’m asked, “What do you see?” I reply, “A bunch of grey fuzz on white.” If it’s… Continue reading
Obtuse
There are words I love, simply for the fact they sound like exactly what they mean. Obtuse is a good example: Slow minded and/or insensitive. But that depends upon what angle you look at… Continue reading
Life
Inside a tangle of flesh the I feels youth. Outside the weathered face, a young mind reviles this gnarled being with no reason to exist. Youth knows not of a life… Continue reading
Just a quick announcement
HOLDING THE LINES: The First Level of Hell Book 2 in my series… …is published! FINALLY! If you like my Senseless Sunday Sarcasm, you’ll like ATTO RUN and HOLDING THE LINES. Both books… Continue reading
Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Parenting cycles
What I remember about my mother can be summed up into 3 cliches: There is a silver lining behind every cloud It’s darkest just before dawn. A penny saved is a penny earned.… Continue reading
99 word prompt : Interlude
September 19, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about an interlude. It can be a pause between two key moments, the pause between acts in a play,… Continue reading
Wednesday sarcasm
Yes. It’s Wednesday. No. I don’t have anything important enough to write about. But that never stopped me. Some weeks the days melt into one another. This weeks gooey mix of ice cream… Continue reading