His name was Milo Scaggins.

I’m at it again. I’m taking part in another flash fiction challenge. My hope is that these challenges will help me build my writing muscles.

Writing about myself day in and day out is ‘easy’, whereas trying to create a fictitious story is hard (for me). Oh, and did I mention the fact that, during Christmas my brother made a comment to me about my writing? Yeah, I took his comment to mean something along the lines of, “If you are telling stories about yourself, it’s not really writing.”

I think a part of me believes him, so I am looking to build muscles where flab currently exists. (FYI: I hate exercising.) Continue reading “His name was Milo Scaggins.”

Campaigning

Today I took part in a writing challenge.

The challenge: Write a story using no more than 100 words, and include the following words: boots, cracks, cordial, conservative, and unremarkable.

Tracey, the creator of this challenge, asks that the entries be left in the comments section of her blog. After leaving my entry in the comments, I decided I would go ahead post it here. You’re welcome. Continue reading “Campaigning”

The Proverbial Bridge

Patti left me a comment. She wrote, “I don’t know if you “do” awards, but I have one for you on Thursday’s blog if interested.”

When I read her comment, I chuckled to myself. Who doesn’t appreciate a kind word? Who doesn’t appreciate a special nod, letting you know that what you do makes a difference in the life of someone else?

Don’t get me wrong, I am not equating a nod from a friend to curing Polio or winning the Nobel prize. However, if you are able to make someone smile, help him/her get through a rough day, or just give someone’s stress filled mind a bit of respite for a moment or two, is that not something to appreciate? Continue reading “The Proverbial Bridge”