Well, we're off! #NaNoWriMo2019 #Imwriting Here is today's progress report. Heavy going! I took the 200 odd words I had laying around from a story I tentatively titled "Hey! I'm dying here!" and worked it up to the end of Act I. I see all stories as Acts of a play. In fact, this particular…
Well, November is almost here. This means that NaNoWriMo is almost here. November is the month designated National Novel Writing Month. A purely voluntary challenge to onseself. Write down 50,000 words, at least, in the 30 days of the month. There is an online community to act as cheerleaders, mentors and unpaid team…
The good folks at Pens, Paws and Claws decided they should run an interview. They scouted around for a suitable candidate and, lo and behold, they found me! Thus, hence, ergo, therefore and so, my answers to the questions they posed now appear on the blog - Pens, Paws and Claws. I must…
Well, it's new. This blog has moved here to its permanent residence, after nearly ten years of living under a temporary shelter. Vee hopes you are loving ze purple tinge!! To celebrate and implement this change we took SloWord aside and gave him ( them? ) the fifth degree. Yes, the fifth degree…
As you know, by now, I wrote a book. Which isn't quite the same thing as "I had okra masala for lunch". Nothing is! It is, however, quite an achievement of sorts, I'm told. In any case, it's there on Amazon to be admired, mocked, bought, read and otherwise digested. So far, the…
I'm still here. Been busy as a bee. And I need your help. But before we get to that... we have to digress a bit. <Digression Alert: But why are bees always represented as being busy? Why not busy as an ant? Have you ever seen an ant lying around goofing off? No,…
Socks Not the cat.... You know this, already. No cats allowed at SloWord. This one is dedicated to actual socks, the things you wear on your feet. Like this one. Contrary to what you may be thinking, I am perfectly sane. Socks are mysterious creatures. They are prone to a half-life without the…
Since I hear no clamor from publishers wanting to publish anything written by me, I have decided to publish my "poetry" here. I suspect it will make them look quite silly. That is, if this blog is on their reading list. Most of these lines appeared as throwaways on assorted Facebook groups. When…
You already know that I was born. "Well, duh!", you say, "how else would you be writing this rubbish?" Yes, your head is screwed on right and all those wires and things are mostly connected right. However, the mere fact that you're still continuing to read this means that all is not well.…
I started off by writing a major told-you-so post about #Trump and #Elections2016. Wanna read what I wrote? Head over to the bottom of this post. I'll put it there in italics. Not that it matters. We can only look ahead now. No use, as no one in my family used to say,…