Squawk Like A Pirate Day

In honor of Talk Like a Pirate Day, I’ve sent my submissions out in true pirate style. Ahoy, me beauties!  I be sendin’ ye a yarn or two, en ye be sendin’ it back with me pretty silvers or ye’ll be a bilge rat, hear?  Cap’n War’ll slit yer gizzard and dice it fer the sharks if

Beach Retreat

I’ve worked quickly this last week to finish all my more urgent class work before the trip.  My plan is to give myself this week to get a couple of short stories written, and to that end I’ve been fleshing out a few story ideas. The only problem is, the outlines sound more like novels than

Inspiring Classes

I find that I draw two forms of inspiration from my classes. The first kind is usually a result of reading one of my history texts.  Since history is fascinating to me and absolutely full and over flowing with ideas about movers and shakers, cultures and people, that sort of inspiration usually results in a story idea leaping off the

Ants on the Rise

I think I’ll write a story about ants taking over the world. And where would I have gotten an idea like that? Could have been this National Geographic tidbit on Army Ants.  It could have been the study of these peaceful colonies. But, no.  I must confess that once again my inspiration came from a little closer

The Great Rejection Divide

The large-ish batch of stories I sent off some months ago are coming back in having been politely stamped with the big R.  I don’t mind too much, as I’m also looking at several publications pretty soon here, but I do feel divided. On the one hand, I have an almost compulsive horror of stories

Slanted Guidelines

I’ve been looking through my duotrope listings and came across the guidelines for Wild Blue Yonder, an inflight magazine, posted on Lighthouse Writers Workshop.  The magazine discusses their wants, etc., then adds that the content must be appropriate for all ages.  Here’s an excerpt: Each issue of WBY has a theme that the fiction writer

In the Headlights

Tonight as I was driving home (about 9:30pm) I came down a tree-lined, rural street and saw something big-ish in the middle of the road.  Around here we’re always watching for dear, but this looked more like a dog. I slowed, assuming it would run, but covering the brake. The thing stood there, turning to