Author Archives: Susan

NEW MEDIA: Music Mood

"Can’t remember if we said goodbye…" "Crossing Jordan" tonight, Woody getting shot, Dr. Macy getting caught in a lie, and in the background, Emmylou with her incredible soulful voice.  A song I’ve heard her sing in my shop a hundred … Continue reading Continue reading

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WRITING: Simultaneous Submissions

I realize I may have bespoken in defense of keeping the knowledge of simultaneous submissions to oneself, but in my current frame of mind I had an attack of honesty.  Sent in two stories that were out on the circuit … Continue reading Continue reading

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WRITING: Story

Same hawk, sitting low on the old swamp birch where they can’t see him–nor did I.  The unexpected; they look and feel for shadows in the sky, even on the damp cloud mornings like today. A lesson in the story.  … Continue reading Continue reading

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REALITY: Time Travel

We take the past with us, stoppered up in a old canteen slung on the saddle as we ride off into the sunset.  Thoughts of future sometimes (this past week in particular) mean more than just change, but complete difference … Continue reading Continue reading

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REALITY: Customer Service

Lest you think I be a bitch and in the wrong profession, I have been in here since seven a.m., it is now 4:30 p.m., and I have had one bathroom break and nothing to eat.  I finished all the … Continue reading Continue reading

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REALITY: Timing & More Music

New mood blue mood.  Should have worked a few hours later last night kind of stress.  Need the money need to save my reputation need to squish twenty frames into two hours self accomplished stress and guess which customer is … Continue reading Continue reading

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REALITY: Murder

There are customers who make my day, become friends.  Then there are those that I’d like to murder with my bare hands.  One the other day, she hadn’t been in for a while so she must have forgotten her training.  … Continue reading Continue reading

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REALITY: Friday the 13th

Has always been my lucky day.  Maybe Willie will walk through my door.  Although at 71, perhaps he is best left to my daydreams. I’m beginning to think that my shop, being rural and single focused, is both my opportunity … Continue reading Continue reading

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WRITING: And writing some more

David at Ripples got stirred up by my whining–well at least someone listens to me–and started a great series on creativity.  Vikk at Down the Writers Path picked up on it and has some great posts as well, and brought … Continue reading Continue reading

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REALITY: Life

Seesawing someplace in spaceand just getting used to the rhythm when the others hop off and you crash to the ground and the board hits your butt and you’re left staring wide-eyed trying to figure what happened. Continue reading

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REALITY: Travel in mind

A hobo, I sit by night’s campfire cooking beans I have earned by odd jobbing my days.  Catch the right boxcar to be off on adventure, but the tracks travel backward as forward and I always follow them home. Watching … Continue reading Continue reading

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REALITY: Music

Driving home from the Litchfield hills last night on music-induced memories.  "Color My World" brings the scent of a man, the feel of him as we danced.  He was a drummer.  Would leave the stage to come down and dance … Continue reading Continue reading

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LITERATURE: Contemporary Fiction

On the Reading Experience, which is always interesting but way beyond me, an analysis of the "Psychological Realism" of contemporary fiction and the techniques of building and revealing both the characters and the world around them.  I don’t know if … Continue reading Continue reading

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STORIES: Spring Rains

Just because I don’t know where to put it for now: "By August the river was running so high it threatened to wash over its sides onto the train tracks up on the east bank.  The bottom silt all stirred … Continue reading Continue reading

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REALITY: graduation

Some how, some way, I need to let them know I’m planning not to go to graduation.  I’m willing to dress up and they can take a picture now. In my mind, I’ve already gone. The damned final course can … Continue reading Continue reading

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