October 1st, the harvest moon
The year is 2020
the birds and deer and…
the mandate to wear a Petri dish on my face that makes me sicker than the virus itself.
It’s out of the flip-flops and back in the Reeboks
and long pants dug out of the dust
So long to the tank tops, bikinis and cut offs
and lawn chairs left lying to rust
Adieu to the sand dune, the pelican and plain loon
My loves, we’ll see you `fore long
Leaves drop as trees swoon, long past the crop moon
With the scent of a sweet autumn song
Let’s all take a big swill to ward off the night chill
Winter’s a season away
Crank up the camp fire; avoid the ole quagmire
With children perched high on the hay
More about the Autumn Equinox at National Geographic
Although it’s not actually free, three stories for 99 cents ain’t far from it. Amiright? 😉
Hopefully this will help you through the hellish days of August – or a few hours, depending on how fast you read. 😁
Greed is available Wherever ebooks are sold.
GREED (Murder & Mystery)
What does, August Wolf, A Face in the Falls and The Sharecropper’s Son have in common?
These stories reveal the perplexities, the strengths and the weakness of people that are true to life and, like life, these stories expose the innate greed present in mankind.
“There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
*A Face in the Falls is included in the short story anthology Unshod.
In line with yesterday’s post, The Art of the Short Story, I’m sure this 40 second video would be considered #FlashFiction. And no, I did not do a word count. This is just a little ridiculousness. 😉
I was going through an old notebook earlier this week and came across notes from a presentation I made a few years ago.
You don’t realize how much time has slipped by until you come across little things like a card, or an old electric bill you forgot to pay or, in this case, some silly old notes.
I intended to publish them yesterday as a Throwback Thursday but the day was gone before I knew it and BOOM, it was Friday.
I’m posting them here in snapshots because if I typed these few pages out this post wouldn’t make it to you until August… of next year.
Flash Fiction 
Word Count & Classifications 
AIW press also graciously lent me material to use in presentation. I don’t have a snapshot but here’s a link to the article.
Happy Friday Y’all and here’s to stories of all shapes and sizes. 🍻
Whew, the title alone☝️is a mouthful. Alliteration much?
I haven’t been very productive as a writer (or anything else). I blame it on a lot of things, heck the heat here in Texas by itself is an acceptable excuse [and I have lots of excuses] but the truth is …
I found TikTok about a month ago.
My Lord, I have stayed up late nearly every blasted night for the past month gobbling this junk up like a crack head crashing after a week long binge.
I might need an intervention.
Nah, like most things, I will probably get bored with it and it will be poof! “physician heal thy self.” But until then…
Tik tic- tick tick – TikTok.
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I sometimes imagine Jimmy as a child …
or Leia transforming and taking fight … 
what’s more, I wish it were all possible.
AND
I hope I never get too old for such childish thoughts. They are, after all, what dreams and stories are made of.
Cloud Wrangler was born of such childishness. 😉 
Lord!!! My mind is almost as blank as the paper in front of me. (Oh it’s worse than writers block y’all 😂.) Still, I am thankful for the coffee, the scenery and autopilot. Autopilot gets me out of bed every day. 
The Real Janna Hill in 