Category: Writing & Reading

Literature is important to me, since my mother read Uncle Remus to us. That surely is a dated reference as well as a hoary old stereotype, but one shouldn’t deny the truth because it is inconvenient.

When I realized retirement was beckoning, I started taking fiction writing courses, since I saw that as my new job–convert my ideas into stories. Boomer was one result. This blog, Burning Thoughts, is another, as is Mental Construction, a theory of how neural operations affect our mode of thinking.

This category has numerous posts about writing techniques.

This Pen for Hire

I sugarcoat politician’s desires so that the hoi polloi will be tricked into thinking that’s the politician’s gain is in their interest. No one would vote for any politician if they knew the unvarnished truth.


It’s graduation time, which means different things to different people. I ain’t good enough for anything but second-string backcourt. No college scouts looked at me. I did get a school letter for my beat-up jacket. My bedroom door’s back up and shut. Praise be the Lord. I had to get that done. Now I can…

Fiction to Wiki

I’m getting a message on my Uncommon Ground blog that I can buy the future security of the site. Just the impetus I need to move those stories and poems to my wiki. I’ve started with Crazy Frazy and Staircase of Science

Goodbye Charlie

The floating red bar reminded him of long ago, of the altar railing, which regular people weren’t allowed beyond. Charlie set his hands on the red bar, but pulled them back quickly. His palms were blistered.

Short Story Reality

A question that pops up semi-regularly:  How is a short story different from reality? First, in a short story all the facts, attitudes, and actions are focused on a single idea.  If the idea is that the search for excitement can lead you to dangerous places, then mentioning nice flowers don’t forward the story, so…

First Home

“It’s crazy to be freezing, out in the wilderness, when we could be at home with hot chocolate.” My little brother, just thirteen years old, continued with complaints. The complaints started as soon as Father insisted that I take Joey on his first winter campout.

In the Cool of the Day

“In the Cool of the Day” had several points in common with the “Wasted Promise” story I’ve got percolating, merged with “Age Discrepancy” that I had to watch as much as I had time for.