What was your favorite childhood game? Did you hopscotch, play board games, jump rope, or kick the can?
Was your sports passion baseball, volleyball, football, or golf? Whether you spectated or played, did you have a ball?
Did you play Bunco or Bingo as an adult?… ...
What would make a great premise or inciting incident for a book? A hook for a reader – or for you, the writer? A murder, a secret, and/or promise to tell-all? A hint, a hazard, a second guess? Another of PJ’s infamous loose-with-the-truths?… ...
Oh dear, here comes the flurry of questions again. At a party, in an after-church conclave, at a dinner with friends. I cringe despite a resolution to relax. I paste an ‘I’m pleased to answer you’ smile on my face and inhale.… ...
What was the soundtrack of your coming of age?
For my husband and I, it was rock ‘n roll, a genre that was reportedly named by a radio DJ in Cleveland, a city in the Midwest, near our roots states of Indiana and Michigan.… ...
The women hit the floor and began to scrounge, combing the plush purple carpet with their long-nailed fingers. Someone might as well as said, “Man down!” for all the fervor they put into their task.
There a brunette, there a curly top, there a long-haired blonde.… ...
What does one do to commemorate the finalization of a 30-year mortgage? To celebrate the closure of an onerous task: opening the checkbook and writing a check with many zeros 360 times… to be the owners of the home and not the bank!… ...
A diet began. Not out of preference, but out of necessity: I have no willpower and my weight had punched up. Groan. 😐
Yeah, my body was more than over-plump. I’d edged into fat. A while ago, but it was time.… ...
I’m an inadvertent slave of William Shakespeare – with whom I have much in common, some people say. Apparently, he re-invented the English Language, invigorating it with words he invented… And, my favorite editor/shred-it-or describes my style as brisk word blending (I think she made that term up) 😆
It’s no matter, I like the term.… ...
Tagged with: 5 things in my writing space
, iambic pentameter
So, last summer my husband and I drove days and days through Utah, the land of Mormons and flat, distant-vista terrain. Our destinations were the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone, the grandest of “America the Beautiful” parks. Along the way, we serendipity-toured a fort, fully preserved with the dishes and clothing and telegraph office, the latter the genesis of the fort-in-the-middle-of-nowhere.… ...
I’m older, wiser, and cheerfully sarcastic. I’m also apt to lower the boom, so look out!
No, this is not a rant – it’s a confessional boom.
Because I’m older I can afford more expensive wines. I like spicy Zinfandel. My favorite brand is Seven Deadly Zins.… ...