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Sentenced To Write: Stern Agony---Chapter One
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Where did the blog title come from? What about the picture of the dog? Need a little wry humor? In the moody for something naughty? Stern Agony- -Chapter One. For Shaw Pence, the bus ride home was the last good thing of a school day. At the end of it, misery awaited. Shaw turned toward her. Her math book rested on her lap, in the sag of her dress between parted knees. She refolded the paper, moved the math book higher on her lap, crossed her legs. Tattered blue Keds, no socks. 8212;ramshackle, weathered,...
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Sentenced To Write: The Craft of Writing
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Where did the blog title come from? What about the picture of the dog? Need a little wry humor? In the moody for something naughty? Tuesday, May 14, 2013. The Craft of Writing. I began to write fiction in 2010. As a retired trial lawyer with three decades of experience, I knew how to write. Didn't I? Legal arguments, opening and closing statements for trial, correspondence, memorandums, briefs and on and on. How hard could it be to write good fiction? May 19, 2013 at 8:39 AM. Adverbs are not all bad....
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Sentenced To Write: Just Golf Clubs - short story
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Where did the blog title come from? What about the picture of the dog? Need a little wry humor? In the moody for something naughty? Just Golf Clubs - short story. It wasn’t spilled milk that worried me. I knew she was going to slosh it from the way her hand, unblemished and tan, shook as she talked on her cell phone. I could clean up the milk, but she had travertine floors and held a fragile glass. The phone call heated up. I should have made regular coffee. It was past time for her alcohol. She ...I wal...
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Sentenced To Write: Pool Talk - short story
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Where did the blog title come from? What about the picture of the dog? Need a little wry humor? In the moody for something naughty? Pool Talk - short story. It’s dead hot summer. My wife and I are lounging at a lakeside pool in the Texas Hill Country, our boat in a nearby slip. It's a fancy place filled with wealthy people, mostly professionals, and beautiful women who'd tempt even a good man astray. It’s an upscale resort in the heart of Texas, a place you don’t expect perverts or criminals. The guy and...
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Sentenced To Write: May 2013
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Where did the blog title come from? What about the picture of the dog? Need a little wry humor? In the moody for something naughty? Tuesday, May 14, 2013. The Craft of Writing. I began to write fiction in 2010. As a retired trial lawyer with three decades of experience, I knew how to write. Didn't I? Legal arguments, opening and closing statements for trial, correspondence, memorandums, briefs and on and on. How hard could it be to write good fiction? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Stern Agony- -Chapter One.
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Sentenced To Write: Bard - short story--under revision
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Where did the blog title come from? What about the picture of the dog? Need a little wry humor? In the moody for something naughty? Bard - short story- under revision. Karen lays around all day, watches television while snacking on fries and ice cream. When Jerry gets home from work, she harps. She watches more television while Jerry reads. He cooks his own dinner, usually in the microwave. At times, he brings home Chinese and treats for her from Dairy Queen. Other times, he comes hom...Magazine and butt...
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Sentenced To Write: Literary Fiction
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Where did the blog title come from? What about the picture of the dog? Need a little wry humor? In the moody for something naughty? Monday, June 3, 2013. To me, there is little surprise any longer in commercial 'thriller' fiction, stories in which we are presented with a plot puzzle as to who committed the murder and/or how the culprit can be brought to justice. I really don't care anymore. July 27, 2013 at 2:20 AM. How can I follow this blog? Where do I sign up? How can I share it with my friends? Bard ...
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Sentenced To Write: Stern Agony---excerpt
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Where did the blog title come from? What about the picture of the dog? Need a little wry humor? In the moody for something naughty? Such thoughts tumbled over and over in Shaw's mind. When not in court on some middling case, he sat by the phone or napped so he could stay alert for his night job as repossession agent at the mortgage company. H. E read novels and lifted weights. No calls other than more court appointments. A slim man of sixty and medium height, Canton wore an impeccable black pinstriped su...
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Sentenced To Write: Yet a Few Days---Prologue
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Where did the blog title come from? What about the picture of the dog? Need a little wry humor? In the moody for something naughty? Yet a Few Days- -Prologue. June 6, 1944. Portsmouth, England. D-Day. Awaiting orders, Jones leans on his rifle and fidgets with his helmet strap. Something visceral, some adamant thing, bides time, squeezes it, moment by moment. 8220;Load ‘em,” he barks. “Ammo and water just ahead. Move, move, move.”. Jones ambles ahead in loose formation and gazes at this horde of strangers...
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Sentenced To Write: Convenience Store - short story
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Where did the blog title come from? What about the picture of the dog? Need a little wry humor? In the moody for something naughty? Convenience Store - short story. In aftermath of all night debauchery, Gray oversleeps. He awakens within the promise of aspirin, coffee and five-o’clock. But already he needs a drink. The taste of closing-time tinges his musty tongue. He thinks its Monday because what little Gray remembers of yesterday feels like Sunday. At Gray’s office, ten gridlocked blocks away, a...
