Broken Links

Okay, so I just noticed that the links to my stories are not working but instead just landing you on the flash fiction website. . . . sigh.  Please bear with me while I fix these issues in my "free time".  I also have some lofty plans to design my own website -- sometime . . . . in the future . . . . also in my "free time". Alas, for now it's time to go to my paying job.  Have a great day and weekend everyone!

Close Call . . . . .

So this year I entered the Main Street Voices Poetry Contest through the Doylestown Bookshop, and while I was not one of the winners, I did receive notification that I was one of the finalists.  Thank you to the judges for this consideration, and congratulations to all of the talented winners!

Ouija Board Writes Novel?

So I saw something interesting while watching Mysteries at the Museum this weekend.  They ran a story about Mark Twain and a book he supposedly wrote post-death.  Yep.  Apparently many years ago a woman named Emily Grant Hutchings claimed that the spirit of the famous author dictated a book to her through a Ouija board, letter by letter.  This painstaking endeavor obviously took a while, and after two years of transcribing the ghost's words, Hutchings published Jap Herron. Now when Twain's daughter, Clara Clemens, got wind of Hutching's claims and her attempt to profit from Twain's popularity, she and Twain's publisher attempted to disprove that his ghost had written the novel, but was unsuccessful.  Not finished with her attempt to expose this fraud, Clemens consulted with a lawyer and then filed a lawsuit stating that if indeed Mark Twain wrote this book, then the estate should receive the profits from this new novel and not Hutchings (smart cookie).  Eventually Hutchings conceded and agreed to destroy all copies of the book. It was later noted in the show that Hutchings had actually corresponded to Twain on a couple of occasions, but apparently, let's just say, he was not exactly enamored with the would be author.

Hello Old Friend

So the poetry bug has hit me again after a long absence.  Hence I write in short, complete and incomplete sentences, laced with metaphors, adverbs and adjectives, descriptive prose sprinkled with breaks and commas abound.  Hello old friend.  How nice to see you again!