Ready? Set? Write!

On the day before the start of the National Novel Writing Month,  are you ready?

Just out of curiosity, if you are participating do you:

Plan to work on a current project that just needs editing and polishing?

Use a fully outlined, but not started,  project?

Use one of those ideas that pop into your head at the worse possible time, but you just haven’t had the time to work on it yet?

Start with just one aspect and build from there? Character, plot, villain  etc.

Wade in blind and see what happens?


Good luck to all!


Sunday Photo Fiction – October 23rd 2016


The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.

The city stretched before him, tangled mass of metal and humans and fear. Oh, yes, fear. Humans lived with fear so intricately tangled into every aspect of their lives, they had forgotten what it meant to be free. No masters needed to put the human race in slavery, they did that for themselves, no matter the color of their skin. Slavery, after all, isn’t all chains and whips. Each village build, tower raised, each step of ‘progress’ took men further from the truth. They told stories to trap the monsters and gods out of their lives and into books. Fiction. Forgotten. Dust.

Gods gave meaning to the lives of men, but mankind didn’t want freedom. He was not, would not, would never be the god of fear, rather the god of everything free – free speech, free lives, free minds.

Time to retire to Shady Groves Forgotten Gods Home in the sky.

Maybe… just maybe, Loki had waited for his next move in their chess game. Probably not, the little stinker.  He cheated.

Opening his eyes, he studied the chess board.  Good thing he was the god of Memory too.

It’s Never Too Early For Halloween


Linus: [writing] Dear Great Pumpkin, I am looking forward to your arrival on Halloween night. I hope you will bring me lots of presents.

Linus: Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He’s gotta pick this one. He’s got to. I don’t see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there’s not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.

It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown is my favorite Halloween book of all times. Having kids meant we got all sorts of Halloween books – Pumpkin books, ghost books, witches book, monster books. All cute and funny, but not the Great Pumpkin. If you have never read the book or seen the TV show, you needs to attend to that loss right now.

You wouldn’t want to miss the Great Pumpkin now, would you?

Linus is my favorite Charlie Brown character.  Most times, he is a wise man in a child’s body. Other times, as with the Great Pumpkin, he is a little boy clinging to his belief even in the face of his friends laughter and teasing. That, after all is what faith is, right? The inner knowledge which allows one to believe in something magical or religious even in the face of laughter and/or guns.  Or both.

I know the Great Pumpkin isn’t real. We all know that. I think even Linus knows that truth but he still keeps the faith each year, sitting in the Pumpkin Patch waiting – believing – this time the Great Pumpkin will come.

I like the thought that somewhere a little boy is waiting in a dark pumpkin patch every Halloween, waiting for this miracle to rise up before him and reward his faith. How many of us could do that year after year when the miracle never arrives?

If, by chance, in your holiday travels, you come across a small boy with a blanket sitting in a pumpkin patch on Halloween, say hello for me. Tell him, if he keeps the faith, –  if we all keep the faith – something magical just might happen.

And who’s to say there isn’t a Great Pumpkin after all?