Not In My Back Yard Little Boy

The boy blithely swung the black, shoulder stocked, scoped weapon along his right side, right index finger wrapped around the trigger. I planted my hands on my hips and focused on his movement along the lake. The boy rose the muzzle of his air gun towards a murder of crows heading eastbound. I furrowed my … Continue reading Not In My Back Yard Little Boy

Feelin’ Like A Struck Match

  The back of my eyeballs hurt. This is the un-fun part of authorship. The point right before publication, raking through each chapter one mo' gen, making sure there's no escaping extra spaces, or errant commas, or misspelled names. Yes, I've managed to misspell my own characters' names in several places. These are the tasks … Continue reading Feelin’ Like A Struck Match