family portraits
with young dog, old dog
new dog
Fiction: Play the Game
As they walked from the car toward the restaurant, David hummed a few notes and fondly patted Laura’s right back pocket a few times.
“Got a song in your head?” she asked.
“One of Queen’s.” Before he could tell her which song, Laura spoke.
“If it’s Fat Bottomed Girls, you are a dead man.”
They stopped and he looked at her. The silence continued seven seconds longer than it should have before he replied, “Crazy Little Thing Called Love.”
“That’s nice.”
They walked on to the restaurant. David opened the door for Laura and switched his mental soundtrack to We Are the Champions.
Quotable 92
The skill of writing is to create a context in which other people can think.
– Edwin Schlossberg
haiku 204
clear March night –
coyote’s call
startles visitor
Author’s Note: Special Haiku
No story today, but an extra haiku for the week:
crow moon –
home again after
grandmother’s funeral
Quotable 91
There are so many different kinds of writing and so many ways to work that the only rule is this: do what works. Almost everything has been tried and found to succeed for somebody. The methods, even the ideas, of successful writers contradict each other in a most heartening way, and the only element I find common to all successful writers is persistence – an overwhelming determination to succeed.
– Sophy Burnham
haiku 203
outbreak
Twitter feed filled
with tornado warnings
Author’s Note: See the Archives
I know I sound like a broken record (for the young, this refers to a scratched vinyl disc on which music has been recorded, and the needle gets stuck in the same part of the groove rather than moving on to the rest of the song and record), but there’s no new story today.
Here’s the story from Catsignal’s first March. Enjoy it again.
Quotable 90
I don’t care who you are. When you sit down to write the first page of your screenplay, in your head, you’re also writing your Oscar acceptance speech.
– Nora Ephron
haiku 202
cold night –
wispy cloud
veils Venus