Mental Snowstorms
Perhaps one day I’ll fade away when there are no more games to play, when cats and dogs have disappeared and naught remains to light my way. Perhaps one night I’ll fail… Continue reading
Perhaps one day I’ll fade away when there are no more games to play, when cats and dogs have disappeared and naught remains to light my way. Perhaps one night I’ll fail… Continue reading
It’s 4 in the morning. What strange thoughts has insomnia brought forth today? How can you find your “voice” by copying someone else’s style? Some people fly through the create-o-sphere at starship speed,… Continue reading
This is my ever-present “helper,” Able to leap onto my keyboard in a single bound, and whose feet have more brain power in them than his head. Remember the old Bob Newhart series… Continue reading
Ever get to that point in life…where you’re just flat-out, been-through-ther-ringer…TIRED? Tired of cats drinking water out of your cup while you type on a substandard keyboard that makes your fingers cramp? Tired… Continue reading
Now, on a serious note. I happened upon a writer on Twitter and Facebook: Dakota Willink Her Twitter introduction: “Amazon Int’l Bestselling Romance Author | Survived my 1st publishing with coffee & wine… Continue reading
It’s been raining ALL the D@%*#d day. Temps are dropping. OMG! It’s 48F out there! Where the hell is my snowsuit!!! Found it: Well…technically, that’s my son’s snowsuit when he was 10, and… Continue reading
January 17, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes colonnades. It can be natural, architectural, or a metaphor. Take a stroll and go where the prompt… Continue reading
Aaaarrrruuugggh!!!!!!! I wish they didn’t. Really. So I’m writing more chapters at the end of a series and at 10:00pm, I… hmmm….what’s a good word to describe temporary brain death? “Stopped suddenly” doesn’t… Continue reading
If you want to participate, here’s the link: https://scvincent.com/2019/01/03/thursday-photo-prompt-renewal-writephoto/ <_><_> “Skies roar,” I said as we walked the trail. “Don’t you hear the colors?” “Helluva first date,” he grumbled. “Shall we return to a… Continue reading
During the HalloThanksChristmaKkah season, I haven’t been blogging as much… and… Poetry escapes a mind consumed by my day job. There are deadlines to keep, and the people I’m trying to help are too… Continue reading