Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, August 21, 2019, 11:33 a.m.
Here is the fourth and final installment of my short story.
The world is changing so damned much that it’s hard to keep up. 1,200 more words
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, August 15, 2019, 11:55 a.m.
I’m a volatile combination: meticulous and, yet, absentminded.
I’ll go through a news release and change every “8:00 PM” to “8 p.m.,” but I’ll write “it’s” when I know damn well it’s supposed to be “its.” I have to edit myself as much as the releases. 786 more words
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, July 31, 2019, 12:15 a.m.
When last we checked in on Freddy Frost, he and “Horace” were becoming well acquainted.
As in the words of Johnny Cash, by way of Shel Silverstein, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July, and before continuing on to Nashville, after a day of writing in collaboration with an associate and chum, I decided to have a brew or five. 1,054 more words
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, July 18, 2019, 11:18 a.m.
This is the first blog in a while. I’ve been busy. My home wifi went out, and I couldn’t schedule a technician until Tuesday. 765 more words