From Twain

"When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years."

Twain, 1939

From "Moonshine Murder"

Okay, I've decided I need to post a little something from my current project, a young adult Historical Fiction novel, "Moonshine Murder". This comes from the end of chapter 14:

"The breeze wrestled the leaves on the Cottonwood. Above the branches, scattered clouds cast opaque shades in the sky. The wind danced. The deep blue of twilight descended into the stirred waters of the horizon."

On-Line Interview

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From Flannery O'Connor

"The writer is only free when he can tell the reader to go jump in the lake....You want, of course, to get what you have to show across to him, but whether he likes it or not is no concern of the writer."

Flannery O'Connor

On-line Interview

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On Words

"A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used."

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1918)

A Little Poetry

Okay, since I've just returned from the mountains, I thought I would share a bit of poetry inspired there a few years back. This one is for Daddy, the one who taught me to hike the timberline trails:

Maybe you don’t know
Because I’m always right behind.
You are the one I’ve followed
from day one.

Place your foot and lift off.
I take a breath, count a rhythm
in my mind. One, two three,
Here I go, in your steps.

Continental trail or meadows high.
I have invested faith knowing that
not even this divide can make me
lose the pace.

Because, Daddy, it’s not just my feet
that have followed one step behind.
In heart and mind, I’m right here.

Just a step behind.