Have you ever watched a TV show or a news program or a commercial and wondered why nothing is left to the imagination any more? I’m one who believes that many things are best left that way–to the imagination, I mean. And, since I believe it, that’s the way I write. Darcy is good at […]
Aug 16, 2013
They Never Saw the Light of Day
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I have dreams of being organized and disciplined in my writing with everything neatly catalogued and filed away under proper headings. But oh, dear me! I’ve got notebooks crammed with copies of poems or stories sold, sample copies of magazines in which said stories or poems appeared, notebooks filled with my writings which editors bought […]
Aug 8, 2013
Fictional Rainstorm
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This morning thunder woke me very early. Another brief storm. So I thought today might be a good day to read about a fictitious rainstorm in which Darcy Campbell was caught. I hope you enjoy it. From Grave Shift: “Thunder crashed over my head and I must have jumped three feet into the air. Rain pelted […]
Aug 7, 2013
Grapes and Green Growing Things
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Yesterday was one of those whirlwind days but a good day in every way. Even going to the dentist wasn’t bad as I am convinced I have the most gentle dentist around. Then lunch at my brother’s and sister’s-in-law house and I was the recipient of gifts from their garden. Okra, squash, tomatoes, cucumbers! All […]
Aug 2, 2013
A Merry Heart
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King Solomon assures us that a merry heart does us as much good as taking a medicine. A member of my family whose name I won’t mention because I don’t want to embarrass him, pretty much bears that out. He is the most upbeat, cheerful person, making the best of every situation. He reminds me […]
Jun 24, 2013
Full Moon, Dark Shadows
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In the pre-dawn sky, a huge lantern shines down on earth, making my street an eerie place of silver-edged trees and houses casting long, dark shadows. Along that street, on silent feet, a small, dark cat shape slips on some nefarious nighttime business. Somewhere far away, a dog barks. Robins and doves haven’t awakened yet. […]
