I missed it!

Sunday Night Football! Last night I was watching the Eagles ver. Dollass game. It was the fourth quarter, and I was having trouble keeping my eyes opened, sorry to say. The game was exciting, but my dosage was wearing off.

There were less than three minutes left and the referees were reviewing a fumble that I missed, my eyes were closed for a second. I looked at the clock and thought the game was going into overtime. I needed something to keep my eyes opened for a fifth quarter.

It was past time to take the dog out, so I figured a brisk walk would help me stay awake. I usually take him for a quarter mile walk before turning in. We went out thinking just a short walk, but before I knew it the dog was pulling me around the block. We got home and the game was over.

“What, What Happened!”

I missed it???

After the review the Eagles kept the ball and, “the next play they scored and held on to win the game.”???

If you don’t know why the Eagles Fans hate Dallas so much, you must have missed the 80s. The Cowboys kept bucking the Eagles out of the post season in the 80s. The Eagles Fans are an extraordinary group of characters, a few weeks ago I saw a spoof film on the Fox pregame show. They included a seen from a half time show when the Eagles Fans booed and threw snow balls at Santa.

“What gives him the right to be so jolly, when the Eagles are losing.”

That’s my defense.

“Why I shot my dog”

I feel I should let you know that Chancy Boy is alive and well? I write mostly fiction?


Chance on Kitchen floor

Short Stories?

I was thinking about how to write short stories. I’m not a teacher, so I hope you don’t learn anything from this post. You need to tell/show the reader the location and plot in the first paragraph. In the next two you introduce the hero and the antagonist, and then you show the reader how the hero is antagonized.

That’s the hard art about writing short stories…I thought, how do you make it easier? I had an idea that has been used…I thought, use known characters, but that’s not original…. You know characters from movies that get redone over and over…like Batman!


Ryan Wayne was out late last night, he woke after eleven to find just one girl in bed with him. He slowly looked around the shady room, and said, “Bell, where’s Ivy?”

Bell pulled the sheet to her neck, and said, “Owe, Ry-Ry stay in bed with me.”


Ryan shrugged and started to lay back when he heard a thump from down stairs, and said, “Burney, you know I like sleeping late on Saturdays, so keep it down!”

He waits for the common response, Sorry Master, won’t happen again, but he heard nothing. Ryan shoots up thinking, Wait, Burney’s on vacation today…so what was that?


Ryan is on his feet now and looks to Bell, and said, “Stay here.”

As he is leaving the room Bell cries out, “Wayne’s awake, let’s go.” A fully dressed Bell buzzes past him for the stairs.


Ryan is a huffed as he runs for the stairs, looks down to see two men carrying a painting sized box. The big guy dropped it, and said, “Get John to help you.”

“Bear, don’t use our real names.”

“Ok Weasel, get Coyote!”


Ryan shouts at them and runs to his closet for a rifle, and loads it with bird pellets. He hears thump after thump up the stairs, and he runs out of the bedroom, rifle in hand to find Bear coming for him.

Ryan didn’t have a chance to say, Stop, so he pulled the trigger, and Bear was thrown into the wall. As Ryan walked by him he saw he hit him squarely in the chest, but he was gasping for air.


Down stairs Weasel was getting the last bags, and from a distant Ryan shot again, but Weasel just jumped and kept running to the car.




I’m not one to write detective stories but you can see where this is headed. A Detective Gordon, will do his/her investigation and find a ring of thefts and an organized group of criminals that they take down. If I would continue the story it would get too long, and the story has been told time and time again….


What would make it new would be different characters with different views of how to save the city of Gotham.  Yes, there is a new TV series this fall that takes place in the Gotham before there was a Batman. I hope they aren’t the same old stories.

Writing a suspenseful story?

 I was in the shower the other day hoping I’d be out before the cleaning lady got there, and I was thinking of the fear of the unknown. Is she going to be early today and walk in on me? “That did happen once.” I told myself not to worry she won’t be here before eleven.


Stacy was taking a shower with no fear of what was happening outside of the bathroom. In the past she feared taking a shower, because with the water running she couldn’t hear anything ells. She saw a doctor who told her that fear of the unknown was like being scared of the dark.

“Why are some people scared of the dark?” He asked.

She gave the obvious answer, “Because they can’t see what’s there.”

“Why would there be anything more than what is there with the lights on?” He asked with a smile.

She thought for a moment, and said, “I guess nothing more if you’re at home, but I wouldn’t go down a dark ally.”

She accepted that it was safe to take a shower at home in her one bedroom apartment and was happily cleaning herself. She turned the water off to put shampoo in her hair and as she was rubbing her scalp, she heard a bump, but figured it was just the people upstairs.

After rinsing off she pulled the shower curtain opened and reaches for the towel that went to her face. She dried her face and then looked around the small bathroom, she went stiff, the towel drops to the floor, her hands go to her chest, and she let out a yelp, thinking, I shut that door.

She stared at the agar door for a moment, and jumped out of the tub to slam it shut. Leaning on the door making sure it’s shut as she locked it, backed away, looked around the room, and to the small closet, thinking, don’t be paranoid girl.

She finished drying off and turned to the locked door listening for any sound. She heard a shuffle, is that behind me?

Stacy took the early shower to be ready for the neighbor’s son, who she agreed to watch while his mother went out on a date.

The boy who was wearing, or should I say holding an oversized mask in front of his face that he brought to show her, and yelled, “Bogey, bogey, boo.”

Stacy screamed and everything went black after hitting her head on the sink of the small bathroom.

College Fun?


Three girls who had been friends since childhood, Amy, Kris, and Kim, are going to the same state college, and are trying to stay close.  Amy and Kris are roommates, but Kim is in a different freshman dormitory building and she’s having difficulties bonding with her roommate who doesn’t want to deal with the drama from Amy and Kris.

Amy, Kris, and Kim have had trouble in high school with their friendships, because of their relationships with boys, so they all agreed to focus on their schoolwork at college.  Kim’s roommate, Jill, thinks college is for chasing boys and having fun. Jill had a fake I.D. that she used to buy beer for the girls at the dorm, but she wanted to take Kim out with her one night bar hopping. Kim didn’t know how she was to get into the bars then she remembered giving Jill a photo.

Kim was hesitant, but Jill reassured her, “Kim, I know you wanted to have your first bar experience with Kris and Amy, but they are at the library and Scotty called, saying that your I.D. is ready, so let’s go out.”

Meanwhile Amy was studying while Kris was starting to flirt with some boys at the Library. Amy hears her giggling, looked up remembering how Kris used to flirt with the wrong boys in high school. She shrugged it off thinking at least she’s in the library flirting and gets back to studying.

I was never a girl in college, but I can dream of many stories that I could write from this premise. I would like to read some suggestions of action stories from this premise. If I start writing more I will talk about relationships that I don’t know of, and the story will become boring. I would like to write about, what college experiences you’ve had that you’d wish turned out different, with more action or a closer friendship.

Short Stories

I’ve been writing a short story that hopefully will be published. I have been following a group on LinkedIn.com that shares information on where to sell/or get your short story publish.
Anthologies Seeking Contributions

I still am editing two manuscripts, but I think it is good to have more than one project to work on. It keeps my mind from growing numb from thinking, one thing for too long. Writing short stories has helped me grow my literary experience.

Life is About Choices and the Decisions We Make

Life is like a road. There are long and short roads; smooth and rocky roads; crooked and straight paths. In our life many roads would come our way as we journey through life. There are roads that lead to a life of single blessedness, marriage, and religious vocation. There are also roads that lead to fame and fortune on one hand, or isolation and poverty on the other. There are roads to happiness as there are roads to sadness, roads towards victory and jubilation, and roads leading to defeat and disappointment.

Just like any road, there are corners, detours, and crossroads in life. Perhaps the most perplexing road that you would encounter is a crossroad. With four roads to choose from and with limited knowledge on where they would go, which road will you take? What is the guarantee that we would choose the right one along the way? Would you take any road, or just stay where you are: in front of a crossroad?

There are no guarantees.

You do not really know where a road will lead you until you take it. There are no guarantees. This is one of the most important things you need to realize about life. Nobody said that choosing to do the right thing all the time would always lead you to happiness. Loving someone with all your heart does not guarantee that it would be returned. Gaining fame and fortune does not guarantee happiness. Accepting a good word from an influential superior to cut your trip short up the career ladder is not always bad, especially if you are highly qualified and competent.  There are too many possible outcomes, which your really cannot control. The only thing you have power over is the decisions that you will make, and how you would act and react to different situations.

Wrong decisions are always at hindsight.

Had you known that you were making a wrong decision, would you have gone along with it? Perhaps not, why would you choose a certain path when you know it would get you lost? Why make a certain decision if you knew from the very beginning that it is not the right one. It is only after you have made a decision and reflected on it that you realize its soundness. If the consequences or outcomes are good for you, then you have decided correctly. Otherwise, your decision was wrong.

Take the risk: decide.

Since life offers no guarantee and you would never know that your decision would be wrong until you have made it, then you might as well take the risk and decide. It is definitely better than keeping yourself in limbo. Although it is true that one wrong turn could get you lost, it could also be that such a turn could be an opportunity for an adventure, moreover open more roads. It is all a matter of perspective. You have the choice between being a lost traveller or an accidental tourist of life.  But take caution that you do not make decisions haphazardly. Taking risks is not about being careless and stupid. Here are some pointers that could help you choose the best option in the face of life’s crossroads: · Get as many information as you can about your situation.

You cannot find the confidence to decide when you know so little about what you are faced with. Just like any news reporter, ask the 5 W’s: what, who, when, where, and why. What is the situation? Who are the people involved? When did this happen? Where is this leading? Why are you in this situation? These are just some of the possible questions to ask to know more about your situation. This is important. Oftentimes, the reason for indecision is the lack of information about a situation.

· Identify and create options.   What options do the situation give you? Sometimes the options are few, but sometimes they are numerous. But what do you do when you think that the situation offers no options? This is the time that you create your own. Make your creative mind work. From the most simplistic to the most complicated, entertain all ideas. Do not shoot anything down when an idea comes to your head. Sometimes the most outrageous idea could prove to be the right one in the end. You can ask a friend to help you identify options and even make more options if you encounter some difficulty, but make sure that you make the decision yourself in the end.

· Weigh the pros and cons of every option.

Assess each option by looking at the advantages and disadvantages it offers you. In this way, you get more insights about the consequences of such an option.

· Trust yourself and make that decision.

Now that you have assessed your options, it is now time to trust yourself. Remember that there are no guarantees and wrong decisions are always at hindsight.  So choose… decide… believe that you are choosing the best option at this point in time.

Now that you have made a decision, be ready to face its consequences: good and bad. It may take you to a place of promise or to a land of problems. But the important thing is that you have chosen to live your life instead of remaining a bystander or a passive audience to your own life. Whether it is the right decision or not, only time can tell. But do not regret it whatever the outcome. Instead, learn from it and remember that you always have the chance to make better decisions in the future.


I could write a number of stories from this premise?

The Pick Up Artist
After work John did something he doesn’t usually do, he went to a bar with his co-workers. These co-workers aren’t very outgoing; John was thinking that this outing with their co-workers is the only time this group got out. Matthew a young man that works by his cubical has always asked John to join them. This evening was like most, but John accepted Matthew’s invitation to get a drink at the local bar.
At the bar the male co-workers gather around a table with John looking the situation over and asks, “When are the women going to get here?”
Matthew almost laughs, “The women from work don’t come to this bar.”
John looks confused, “Well then, ah, who are the easiest women here?”
Will another co-worker is acutely laughing, “John, I’d like to see you walk up to one of the hotty’s at the counter and say hi. I’d like to see how long that conversation lasts.”
John looks around the table and to Will, “Alright, why don’t you be my wingman?”
Will stops laughing with disbelief that John is going to do anything but burn, “Right, alright let’s do this.”
John looks to the Bar and sees two fine women together sitting alone. He gets up with Will and pulls to the side, Will is a Computer Technician at work, but John has some questions for him.
John has plan that he needs to find a way to make work with Will, “Alright what do you like to do at home?”
Will thinks for a moment, “I mostly work on my computer at home….”
With a roll of his eyes John asks, “Anything ells?”
After not too long John gets what he needs from Will and start for the Bar. They walk to the side of the two women that John picked out from a distance. They were good targets in John’s opinion, a long blond haired twenty something with a shabby brown haired friend that looked lonely.
As John walks to them with a timed Will close behind he is thinking, okay I’ll start with the hot one and hand her off to Will, “Hello, this is John and he saw you two sitting here and John just had to say hi.”
The blond looked to Will, “Hi John I’m July and this is my friend April?”
With Will standing motionless John continued, “Yes well he’s the artist type. A painter in fact he’s painting a city at the moment. I think it’s San Francisco? He is trying to broaden is painting experiences by painting in layers. I think he’s trying to paint the bridge in the distance with a house and in front of the house is a street with a car? I think that’s how it goes, John?”
Will steps up, “Yes, something like that. July it’s my honor to meet you. As my friend here was saying, I’m working on painting in layers, there is a bridge in the back ground, but I’m using an apartment building not just a house. The thing I’m having trouble with is the street in front of the building with the car. The car is supposed to look like an afterthought with the apartment building being the focus.”
With confusion July asks, “Then why have the car?”
Will is thinking, this is working, “I love cars I used to just paint cars like corvettes, and the Lexus LF-LC Concept, Jaguar F-TYPE, McLaren 12C, and other cool cars.”
July looked intrigued as Will, aka John, told her about the different cars he had supposedly painted.
Meanwhile John introduces himself to April, “Hello April, I’m happy to distract you from John’s talk about cars.” With a smirk to April, “Oh I’m sorry I haven’t introduced myself, I’m John.”
With confusion April asks the obvious question, “I thought your friend’s name was John?”
John put his hand to his chest with wide eyes, “I can’t help it that John’s parents did a good job at choosing his name.” After April starts to giggle John had more to say, “Yes, our friends call us John, John!”
April starts laughing out loud after hearing that one, “Really…they actually call you two John, John? “
John was feeling the idiocy of this, “Ah, no, that just happened once when a secretary called for us. She called, “John…John you too.” Or something like that?”
After April finished laughing John thought he should ask about her before she asks where he met John, aka Will, “So April, do you come here often?”
April looks up, asking herself, do I want to tell this clown that I’m a local, “July drags me here…once in a while.”
John was thinking, okay…complement her, “I never been here before, but if there are more people as interesting as you, I may have to come back.”
April thought, what’s so interesting about me, “Oh John, you are the interesting one. Why don’t you tell me about where you and John work?”
John didn’t think work would interest her, Dolt I set Will up with something to talk about and left me out in the cold. John had to think fast before this conversation went cold, so he sent out the common drivel about not wanting to talk about work while he thought of what story to tell April, “So, last weekend I was out with guys from my hood to see the home show. A few of the guys brought their wives, but I stayed with the single guys and we all had ideas to improve our places.”
April seemed interested in hearing what John found, and he told a story about turning his guest bedroom into a man cave. He finished with, “All I could afford at the time was a Futon to replace the bed. The Futon makes the room bigger, because most of the time it is folded to be used as a comfy couch and it’s half the size of the bed.”
April was intrigued to hear what John was doing with the extra space, “Did you find a big screen to put on the wall, because the prices have gone down?”
“Not yet.” As John gulps down a pint of beer he thinks, grate she probably thinks she is a designer after getting something like a computer graphics degree.

I started this story thinking of writing about a man who gets into trouble from flirting too much. I am thinking maybe a better story would be to have him find a girl he wants to bond with and what troubles that bring from history of being a flirt. Or I could write about how he helps the co-workers get girls.
Any help to write a story is welcome….