Unboxing the Sundstrom SR 500/570 PAPR Kit

Sawyers suffer from sawdust and sinuses. Dick and Jane milled the long-dead dried-up old Hickory on a blustery day. It wasn’t the worst windy day they’d experienced. What made this day memorable was the direction of the wind. It blew the sawdust straight into their faces. It didn’t take long for the dust masks to... Continue Reading →

On The Pond with Dick and Jane

Some time ago, in the twenty-first century, Dick and Jane received a desperate phone call from their propane company. “Have you seen the size of our trucks? You need to trim back your trees. Branches are brushing against the sides, and top of our vehicles.” Well, if Dick and Jane wanted hot water and to... Continue Reading →

Book Blurbs

Instead of writing, jeez don’t roll your eyes at me, I was taking a break scrolling through Facebook. You know, to give my brain a break. Well, anyway an ad was playing a video that caught my attention. I didn’t turn on the sound but read the subtitles on how this person did this one... Continue Reading →

What’s a Writer To Do?

What’s harder, writing or marketing a book? After publishing The House on Moss Swamp Road in October, I have a total of four reviews. I’ll be honest, I’m thrilled to have them. But I’m told I need 20 or more for Amazon to include them in the also bought and you might like lists. To... Continue Reading →

Wildflowers

I answered the office phone. My husband asked, "Have you heard?" “Heard what?” My mind immediately jumped to last night’s terrible event in Las Vegas. Did we know someone who had been killed or hurt at the country concert? “Tom Petty died.” His words shocked me. The refrain ‘the day the music died’ from American... Continue Reading →

Different

Entering writing contests is like riding a roller coaster, and it's a great learning experience. It gives you a deadline, a word limit, and a theme. Perhaps a genre you've never considered writing. There's nothing like fear to get your creative juices flowing. Shake it up. Try writing in first, second, or third person. Try... Continue Reading →

Rock Bottom

A Short Story by M.J. Patrick

I lay my last bill on the polished granite countertop. “Let me buy this round.” If I appear desperate, the odds of sleeping in bed tonight decrease considerably. The mocking voices in my head are quiet, due to the amount of liquor I’m consuming...

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