Reader Participation Challenge Someone reminded me that I wrote somewhere before: “I write whatever hijacks my brain.”   While this is true, my brain may be willing to listen to ideas suggested by my readers about what a future blog may be about. Some time ago, I asked my massive horde of voracious readers what were the favorite topics from SRCarson.com.  The number one answer was Ollie an Read More

Don ‘t even try it, they said.   Back in the early days of my writing-career hobby, I would attend writer’s conferences in various locations, trying to learn the craft from so-called experts and I took a few hard knocks with their reviews of my work.  But I always respectfully cursed them under my breath and walked away, then thought about the critique for a few weeks, and belatedly, finally under Read More

Ollie took a swig of Guinness, then decided it was time to open the letter, letterhead from the President’s Chief of Staff.  It was sitting on the table for several days, and the old man finally decided it was time to open it. Dear Mr. Ollie: It’s time for you to return. The president has heard about you and your many years of service to our country, and wants me to help clear a space in his Read More

His Legacy It’s been just over a year since we lost him, and I think that now the time has come to say a few words about my late father.  I am not going to make this long and windy and I will purposely omit many details so that the reader is not inundated with too many pages to digest about someone they never knew.  Instead, I will just highlight some important points about him that were importa Read More

Time to Bring Him In Last time she saw Carson, she found him sitting in a booth at the beach bar —writing something in a beat-up notebook, and she was making some progress with her previously irresistible bouncy-walk combined with a deadly eyelash interrogation technique.  But it didn’t work, for the first time in her adult life. The tricky doctor got away by slipping out the window of the bathroom Read More

She hears the thunder in the distance, looks out the window to the north, and the sky has darkened, with distant flashes of lightning.  It’s not raining yet, but she walks out onto her protected deck—hair blowing from gentle wisps of wind teasing her long hair as if to provide a harbinger of things to come. Her eyes are scanning the panorama that displays an ominous and powerful force of nature co Read More

Fly High Now by Adrienne B.      If there is such a thing as a prelife planning session in a supreme heavenly place where each spiritual soul must map the purpose and events of their human life, then I must have been there against my will.  If I did find myself sitting around a crystal golden conference table amongst the advisory angels, I probably was not an active participant.  Read More

Eyes are Blue Planes dip their wings out of respect Ephesians 6:10-18 Songs: People are Crazy by Currington. “Mornin” by All Jarreau is extra credit Legends Bar in Nashville Sui Generis: In a class by himself Metal Cross push pin, he placed into the wood trim of the president’s desk “I Can’t Go On, I Must Go On.” “I Have LIved a Good life.R Read More

So far, it looks like there is only one response to the contest, now after 5 days. Just so that I don’t grow old like Ollie before the answers and the winner is announced, I will give my readers another day (6/3/25) evening, 8:01 pm, before I post the correct answers and declare the winner and go on to other things that may be more exciting, like listening to the word “Perfect” being uttered by Read More

I believe I went overboard on the Ollie quiz for my readers. After looking at it, I realized it was intimidating and required intense reading and study. My fault. I have now made it more reasonable to attempt. Seems like I was acting like a high school English teacher who didn’t know how to have fun. Try it now. SRCarson Read More