Why This Writer Loves To Crash!

Last night, I missed my little brother Ricky, so much it hurt for the first time since his passing. I had what I always call, my monthly rock bottom. Since I began writing, I have those simple, little moments when all hell breaks loose and I feel that this train ride is never going to end. Your human, I know you get these too, you probably just call this something different though. I crash, basically, if I were a computer, it would be my moment of control, alt, delete! I let my emotions flow and always wake up and read my posts and think, “Good God, that is insane”, then, I immediately feel better and go on and work on that writer’s grind!

When Ricky was here, I would hit these moments of stagnation and he would always have a kind word or a gigantic, teddy bear hug and say “It’s all good bro!” The truth is, no matter what, I am grateful, I have a roof, a car, a job, three wonderful boys, a family, a heartbeat! My moments, to me, are not crying over pity, it is my way, I guess, that my brain restarts its evaluation process to find success. It reminds me that I am human and grounds me from forgetting why I write, to create something out of nothing!

Barney & Lexi are being sent off to an editing house for a refine and it is actually reasonably priced! I will then repackage it and take another swing at the literary agency that almost took it on! Hey, no trying will always leave me wondering and life is too short for that. Marky, Slash & Levy is going to get the same thing, however, 1,000 pages is a wee bid more that 25. I will chip away and do one book at a time on it.

Alligator Juniper responded to my submission of B&L into their Literary Prize Contest. It was a form letter of appreciation but it was being turn down type of mailing, but attached to it was a seperate Post It stuck to it saying that many on it’s staff loved reading it but since it was for children it was not eligable for the contest. They asked me to send something again, should I write adult material. I am so grateful for the invite, but I believe my chances of writing for adults is slim. I have help a friend work on her adult project, and hope to again when I clear things up, it is darker but I am just really into stories for young readers.

As Lynden spends the night and is almost asleep in the living room next to me, I can’t help but smile! Knowing my brother is here with me and is saying, “It’s all good bro!” Live With Passion!!

The Creaky Porch

Sindy's HouseMario, Louis, Sindy & Cristena ride the old, yellow school bus to Sindy’s house and plan to walk from their, just a short distance, to Mrs. Ragsby”s home. They step off of the bus and onto the cracked sidewalk, lining the block. Cristena loves the old and crackled sidewalks¬†made of concrete. Red Hill is chalk full of these sidewalks, but not one person ever complains about them, since they are not damaged, the town leaves them to grow old gracefully. Cristena always wonders what stories the sidewalks could tell, if only they could talk. Being the ‘writer’ of the group, she often ponders writing a short story about these walkways and reading it to her classmates.

Sindy’s home is a very nice, two-story¬†home with a fresh coat of green paint. Being that Sindy’s father is the mayor of Red Hill, it is simply commonplace that the mayor’s house should look nice to show that he or she will take care of the small town they govern in just the same manner. They are not wealthy, but do care for what they have. One thing they do have is a wrap around porch with a creaky, old floor made from small, wooden planks, painted white. All four of the friends have porches but none of them make a sound, so coming to Sindy’s and making the floor boards sound like a squeaking mouse, is a wonderful source of amusement for Mario, Louis & Cristena.

Cristena crashes into her favorite wicker chair, she loves dearly, while Mario and Louis sit down on an antique, wooden bench and remind Sindy of old men waiting on paint to dry. For today is cleaning day in the Seal house, meaning, NO SHOES ALLOWED. Sindy heads inside to tell her mother that they are going over to Mrs. Ragsby’s. Not wanting to take off their shoes, They other patiently wait outside for her return. They watch as a handful of the fall leaves blow gently across the porch.