It is so dark this morning! Rain falls and thunder grumbles through the clouds. Wonderful rain! How we need it. Reading, writing–both go much better with rain. So, I’m going to grab a second cup of Folgers, settle down in front of the computer, and see what Ned is doing over in Ednalee this […]
Jun 11, 2018
Just the Facts, Ma’am
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“Just the facts, Ma’am,” is attributed to Sgt. Joe Friday on the long-running TV program Dragnet. A writer of fiction wants a bit more than the facts. She wants to embroider on the truth to make it more interesting, but when she states facts, they had better be correct. Facts and inspiration come […]
Jun 3, 2018
The Joy of Being Invisible
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When one reaches a certain age, attains a veritable number of years, one becomes invisible. You don’t believe me? It’s true and I’m here to prove it. Maybe it’s the white hair that puts up that Invisibility Shield; maybe it’s the wrinkles; I’m not sure what triggers this phenomenon. For example, in a room full of […]
May 31, 2018
One-Two-Three, It’s Still Free
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I feel like the Count on Sesame Street. One-Two-Three, It’s Still Free! Three! Three more days of By the Fright of the Silvery Moon being a free ebook on Amazon. My publishers really want you to take a look at this second Ned McNeil book, so that’s why they are offering it free–sort of […]
May 22, 2018
When the Long Ago Suddenly Reappears
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Is the past really the past or does it reappear now and then? I saw one of my old college professors the other day, even though he has been dead a good number of years. Now, before you think I’ve gone completely round the bend, let me explain. Actually, I didn’t see him but I […]
Apr 23, 2018
My Fascinating Foray into Politics
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This is a re-post of a couple of dreams I had, years ago. I thought they were interesting, but haven’t analyzed them and have no desire to. What made me dream such absurd things? Only my subconscious knows. A few years ago, I went through a period of recording a few of my dreams in […]
