I Can’t Go On. I will Go On. (Only the Title is from Samuel Beckett)

Stress can kill you. I knew that long ago because I am a physician, and I know that kind of stuff. I read books and took lots of tests, learned from smart professors and mentors, absorbing practical wisdom as well from people who knew what they were doing: nurses, pharmacists, technicians, therapists and others. I was strong and tough, with no risk factors for cardiovascular disease.  Sure, I’d have an Read More

Saving The Easter Bunny

  I’ll call the frantic thing a she, although I wasn’t sure about the sex, but she did have a cotton tail and pointed ears. Turns out I left my pool cover open all night and surprisingly the next morning, without stopping to make coffee, something told me to go and do something else first. Here’s a fact: if I avoid coffee in the morning, it would be as likely as a meteorite striking me while I’m climb Read More

Inspired By The Bouncy Raven Haired Pendulum

  Her long raven mane, held at the top by a bouncy pony tail clip, reached all the way down to the end of her shirt, brushing gently back and forth on top of her shapely garlic cloved halves while swishing the air back and forth like a pendulum, in cadence with her stride, but several milliseconds out of phase. Those tights hugged her lean legs as if poured on like lucky melted chocolate on smooth ice cream, Read More

Team 72: Middle School Special Ops

  Wimachindink, Wingolasek, Witahemaway   I must now confess that I enlisted at age 11 in a quasi – military, super patriotic Christian organization, based on Indian folklore, replete with survival training in the woods, lifesaving techniques, endless marching, lots of flag saluting, public prayer, hazing, firearms training and psychological endurance tests. Some didn’t make it up the ranks very far befo Read More

You Aren’t Dead Yet Are You?

  I spent most of the night stamping out disease and pestilence, as well as saving people from their own destructive abuse, but I should’ve known better. I shouldn’t have said anything at all as I walked behind her, but the young nurse with the peppy step infused with energy forced my remaining active brain cells to dance a dizzying dance. “Sure wish I could walk that fast,” I said. She turned around Read More

A Brief Second That Almost Changed a Lifetime

  I probably should’ve found a ride that day to my first day at Cross Country practice, admittedly, a demented sport, but really I had no choice.  Both parents were gone to work of course, and since we lived out in the country, I didn’t have any friends available with parents to drive us. Truth is, I wouldn’t have asked them anyway unless I was on my death bed.  Turns out that bed could’ve been clos Read More

Ferrari in the Garage

    “It was like having a brand new Ferrari in the garage, and nobody wants to race it because you might dent the fender.” Pete Schoomaker   Sam needed a beer, it had been way too long and that facility refused his requests. He found the first bar that he could find on foot, and after counting the Harleys lined up outside the bar, noting their proximity to the entrance, and the location of the back Read More

My Late Friend: Did You Hear my Prayer That Day?

Back then, I was in seventh grade in Junior High School, although I think now they call them Middle Schools, apparently because it suddenly became demeaning to students to call them Junior I guess.  Whatever the reason, no matter what the school was called, I was a typical 7th grader in a public school: naïve, selfish in many ways, awkward around girls, liked to play the trumpet and also play flag football at l Read More

My famous interview on Book Marketing.

Publicity Tips From: Author S.R. Carson August 24, 2015 DigiWriting Editorial Leave a comment Marketing Tips Author Interview, Book Marketing, Book Publicity Tips Series, Marketing Tips, S.R. Carson Marketing Q&A With Author S.R. Carson Looking to improve your marketing and publicity efforts? Check out our Book Publicity Tips series where we ask real authors to share their experiences, thoughts, and Read More

Corvettes, Dad, Determination and Love

  At 140 miles an hour, the scenery swooshes by but time itself is meaningless; even seconds of powerful freedom transform into an eternity of powerful bliss. Thankfully his foot came off the accelerator early enough to allow the deer to run across the lonely highway without a splatter of bloody carnage. Hearts always jump immediately into the mouth when that happens, infusing that salty blood taste, and I im Read More