Tag: #amwriting

  • Nanowrimo Plan 2022

    Nanowrimo Plan 2022

    The last time I tackled a novel for a third time, I finally finished the story with enough content worth editing, and it became my second book.

  • Lessons in an Old Jeep

    Lessons in an Old Jeep

    Now, turning back was not an option.The storm would overtake me before I made it back to town.

  • Gators in the Swimming Hole

    Children of parents with personality disorders are conditioned to a certain level of abuse.

  • Westerns: The Stories That Formed Me

    Westerns: The Stories That Formed Me

    So I asked Mister Palmer if mentors had to be real people. After I pleaded my case for writing about how cowboys and gunslingers inspired be to be me.

  • Small Town Quirks

    It’s like those situations in life when despite all indications to the contrary, most people would sooner tolerate the bully than risk even social death. 

  • Happy Holidays!

    I tuned in to 99.9 this weekend to find the non-stop stream of Christmas music. This song, sung by the lounge singing great, Frank Sinatra, came around. How many people know the song “Happy Holidays!” is the flagship song of a movie called Holiday Inn starring Bing Crosby, Fred Astair and Margorie Reynolds? It was […]

  • Social Survival

    No one who sat back and simply waited for rescue got it.

  • A 130hp GoCart

    A 130hp GoCart

    Sometimes I wonder if Buck likes my little car. He’s a straight-up, V8, American Muscle kind of guy, and he gives me a hard time about my Celica. It doesn’t help that I woefully miscalculated the horsepower to weight ratio for it when I agreed to drag race it against his 1969 Dodge Charger. I […]

  • Wearing A Uniform

    A senior park ranger I worked with years ago told me that how you dress, especially in uniform, is a sign to visitors of your skills. “If you wear your uniform like a slob, chances are your skills are sloppy,” he said.

  • Adventures in Mowing

    Adventures in Mowing

    I kick back in the seat of my mower and just cruise. I escape into another world for a few hours with half my brain lost somewhere in Owen Wister’s Wyoming and the other half harmonizing with the harnessed power of internal combustion, steel and the raw noise of a two cylinder engine.