Purple Socks and Burnt Toast

“If we can’t solve a problem, then all we can do is digress.” ~Malcolm Gladwell~ Haven’t we all done this in our writing? Started down one path in a story, totally coherent, and then ramble our way off course? It may be that we have a problem in trying to make sense of what we’re attempting to convey. We waver in a drunken stumble of thoughts and words. Not knowing what to do with the mess or the post aboutRead more

SoCS: The Preposition Behind a Cliff

Upon a Friday sunny I shall write concerning this stream that follows through with a prompt on behalf of Dear Linda. It’s about 6:00 pm and I am brain dead. The cats are sleeping on the bed, the laundry is spinning around, and from within my stomach growls. I need food, not prepositions. I want quiet, not wordy words. From beneath the patio, I hear the neighbors drive in. Then they drive out. I wish they would stay home, haulRead more