Introduction It's time for okra with yogurt, folks. Yep! A recipe. A real one. With okra! But first! No, I'm not going to insert a video of Danny Kaye as The Inspector General. I did that once before and it's old now. So then what? How should boredom be achieved? Hmm. I know!…
And so we come to the end of 2019. A tumultuous year, in so many ways, in so many parts of the world, and everywhere the nails are being hammered into the coffin containing liberalism. We've become prim, prudish school marms, rapping people over the knuckles for not behaving in the way we…
I won the challenge set by NaNoWriMo 2019. Here is my certificate. You're probably wondering what I'm talking about, right? Right --> That way. Yep. For the second year in a row, I have managed, somehow, to meet the personal challenge of writing at least 50,000 words in the month of November. Last…
Day 7 has come and I'm done my stint for the day. Not as much as I would have liked. But this fictional stuff is hard. It's not like the stream of unconsciousness crap I usually churn out on this blog. That comes from a unlatched brain. I can usually churn out 1500…
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…
I know you've probably forgotten everything I've written so far about this fateful tryst with destiny, the trip to London, England, fraught as it was with the aggregation of aggravations and the curious concatenation of circumstances that led to the very stormy emotions running through my sugar soaked veins. That was a longish…
It's actually, 19 years a Canuck. But then, 22 rolls off the tongue smoothly and has so many possibilities. You can say two two twennytoo one score and two ( or 2) 2 times 10 plus 2 ( if mathematically inclined) Now then, what the hell am I talking about? I answer that…
Day 8 Day 8 of the French Campaign saw us leave Paris and explore the land beyond the city borders; specifically, the Loire Valley. The Loire river (riviere, if French), rises in the south and flows through Orleans; the real, old one, not the new one in America. You know, the one where…
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…