My Response to the Prompt by Reader Vicky

My Response to the Reader Vicky Writer’s prompt submitted by Vicky:  write about your traveling experience and beautiful views or something that made you smile. This is a tough one, because beauty is everywhere around us:  sometimes it is awe-inspiring and thrust directly in front of us, taking our breath away, and other times, it is hidden, but if we seek to find it, the beauty will find us. Read More

My Response to Reader Kris

My Response to Reader’s Prompt from Kris “Write about fun ideas including little-known facts, funny conspiracy theories and favorite jokes” This joke I am sharing is in honor of my late mother, who believe it or not, told it to me years ago and it is one of the best, if not complicated ones I remember. She may have had a few sips of wine before she told me, I don’t remember,  but I loved her Read More

Thanks to my Readers for Submissions of Writer’s Prompts

Thanks To My Loyal Readers for Excellent Writer’s Prompts. Please read carefully: I have received nine of them, and they are all excellent and they present to me different potential writing styles and genres that do tend to hijack the sparkly tentacles of my cortical neurons successfully. Congratulations to my readers who have submitted prompts.  I have accepted the challenge and will create so Read More

Time for Another Reader Participation Challenge

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

Men Can’t write Romance

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 Returns to the Swamp

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

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

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 Loves Thunderstorms

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

From the Contest Winner: Guest Blog Post

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