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Sinking Sensation

Let’s talk household chores. I love ‘em, myself. I am constantly amazed by the number of other things I get done by simply thinking, “Well, it’s this or do the dishes.” Even as a child, though, I resented all the folktales which suggested that if men and women switched jobs, the women wouldContinue reading “Sinking Sensation”

Guilt-Edged Stationery

We have discussed this before, but one of the jobs postcards tried to handle for two or three generations was nagging people to write. It was a rule of etiquette at the time, you see. If I write you a letter, then the ball is in your court. Now you owe ME one. Continue reading “Guilt-Edged Stationery”

DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXII

It wasn’t the intense odor of vanilla that told Bott where he had landed so much as the fuzz. He recalled the time that his Klamathan captain, especially upset, had ordered half the crew to shave their legs and hips before being stood in corners. Easing one hand up past his face, ge faveContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXII”

FICTION FRIDAY: Making the Seen

“Look, I have to climb the wall a then walk across a yard filled with gravel to get to Darkhaus the Dire’s dungeon door.” “Yes, sir. And those Slippers of Silence will get you across the gravel without disturbing a single pebble which might alert a watchman or guard dog.” “I don’tContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Making the Seen”

Next Year’s Summer Movies

I have been less than perfectly successful selling these postcards as collectibles (you did note somewhere that I have these things for sale, right? It’s hard to tell, sometimes.) So, looking around for another way to make my millions, I wonder if I can sell a few movie studios on purchasing a bundle toContinue reading “Next Year’s Summer Movies”

DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXI

Bott stared at the closing doors a moment too long. Pellets flew again, this time angling down. Most bounced off his back but he felt the sting as a few hit his hands and face. He rolled from the ramp, aiming for the largest door he’d seen. The door shuddered, but did notContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXI”

Missed Millions

I have mentioned here and elsewhere how I personally, invented some million dollar concepts, only to be turned away by experts so that I gave up, allowing people with more grit and perseverance to get the glory and the money. The page-a-day calendar, the trivia board game, the shared universe short story anthology: theseContinue reading “Missed Millions”

FICTION FR/WEDNESDAY: The Camel Sails

Now in those days word came to Florence that her brother Noah was building a great ark to rescue the animals of the Earth from a mighty flood. But when Florence heard that her brother planned to fill the vessel with all manner of animals of all sizes and diets, this did not seem goodContinue reading “FICTION FR/WEDNESDAY: The Camel Sails”

DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXX

Chlorda paused on the side of corridor, setting the back of one hand against one golden cheek. “How disorienting! Fun, though.” “But nex’ time we does it, us dainty types goes first,” said Bassada, folding her arms across her chest as she stood on the ceiling. “Watchin’ ‘em two slabsa chunk roast wobbleContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXX”

FICTION FRIDAY: Ancient Scrolls

“Well, that was more than I expected to spend. But if it helps me keep track of the wench and those seven little….” “Ma’am! Look out for the…..” “Oh, insult and incinerate it!” “I really should have moved your broom farther inside. Are you hurt, Ma’am?” “My old bones haveContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Ancient Scrolls”