Saturday, August 30, 2025

BEST WRITING ADVICE (PART THREE) : THE ALMIGHTY B-I-T-CH by Penny Hutson

 

If you’ve read (Part One) and (Part Two) of my “Best Writing Advice” blog series, then you know reading a lot and not looking back to edit the previous day’s work are tools I’ve used in completing first drafts. Today’s advice gets me started and keeps me creating. 

I’ll beg my readers’ pardon for the crude sounding acronym in my title, which merely stands for “butt in the chair.” It’s not a new expression, and you may have heard it before. I used it for the chuckle or laugh of recognition it might bring, but also because I find it fitting to the task. Let’s face it. Writing is hard, and often the hardest part is making yourself sit down and write. To stop whatever else you’re doing, get rid of any distractions, and just write can be a daunting task.

I have a friend who’s been developing a novel in her head for more than thirty years – true story. Eventually, she plans to write it down and publish it but insists she’s got to get the entire story just right before committing anything to paper. As you’ve likely guessed, she hasn’t written or published a single word. Perhaps that’s an extreme example, but many of us are doing some version of that. We’ll finish writing that mystery when we figure out who the killer should be, or we’ll start that new romance when we have an original storyline, better hook, or more interesting main character. The reasons are endless.

My advice this week is to just sit down and write, or start an outline, at least. I never get any writing done unless I’m sitting in front of the keyboard and typing. Others may use a pen and paper or voice recorder. Some may even create at a standing desk. It doesn’t matter how you write. It only matters that you do. Sure, we get ideas in the shower, while driving or doing something other than writing; but we must put the words down on the page (be it virtual or real ink) or they disappear.

And just for the record, no writer envisions an entire story or nonfiction piece with every detail in their head worked out ahead of time. The truth is that writing begets writing. Ideas bring more ideas, but you must write them down first. I can’t explain why this is true, just that our brains appear to work that way. You must write out your first thoughts, lines of dialogue, or descriptions before the next lines will come to you. If we spend too much time thinking, like my friend, it will take much longer to reach our writing goals or worse - we may never even finish.

Saturday, August 23, 2025

REFLECTIONS ON A SUMMER RENTAL by Michael Rigg

Sandbridge Beach - View from Sandwolf's Den 
For several years, we’ve followed an annual family tradition: a summer rental house on Virginia’s Outer Banks.

That’s right, the Outer Banks are not the exclusive province of North Carolina. Rather, this storied chain of barrier islands extends into the Commonwealth of Virginia. The northern extent of the Outer Banks is a strip of land between the Atlantic Ocean and Back Bay (and its subdivisions, Sand Bay, Shipps Bay, and North Bay). The better-known name for Virginia’s Outer Banks is Sandbridge Beach.

Sandbridge Beach has no hotels. The community consists of single-family residences, vacation rental homes, and three large beachfront condominium complexes (both personal residences and rentals). There are some small stores, food facilities, a couple of churches, and a fire station. Compared to the resort strip several miles north in Virginia Beach, Sandbridge offers a relatively isolated, laid-back vacation experience.

As our family has grown, so has the size of our weekly rental house. This year, we rented Sandwolf’s Den, a three-story beachfront home with an outdoor swimming pool. Yes, that’s right, we took a beach vacation and stayed at a place with a swimming pool. Over the years, we’ve learned that a swimming pool is a necessity, despite being adjacent to the Atlantic Ocean. If you can locate a house with a poolside cabana (with refrigerator, microwave, etc.), that’s even better.

Some of the other things we’ve learned that our family enjoys:

--A pool table. This is a great source of entertainment, especially on rainy days and at night. One of the family members often organizes a pool tournament—a great source of fun and entertainment. Other amenities to look for include a foosball table, ping pong, air hockey, and shuffleboard. One house had an electronic game console table (think Pac Man and Space Invaders). Another had a pinball machine (very noisy). Not every house has every amenity, but we’ve learned that a pool table is essential.

--An elevator, if the house has three floors. The elevator is a great help on move-in and again at check-out. Carrying items (or dragging them in the case of luggage) up the stairs isn’t much fun.

--Two of “everything,” especially in the main kitchen. Two stoves/ovens, microwaves, dishwashers, refrigerators/freezers, sinks, washers/dryers, etc. are very important, at least for the number of people in our group. It’s very convenient to have one dishwasher working while the other is being filled. Just multiply a dozen people by three meals a day (plus snacks) and you’ll see why. Most houses have mini-kitchens on other floors, e.g., a microwave, refrigerator, dishwasher, etc., which is very convenient.

--A ”media room,” to allow groups to watch movies, videos, television at the same time. This is especially nice if there are small kids. Usually the houses we’ve stayed in, lately at least, have televisions in each bedroom as well as large televisions in common areas of each floor, e.g., the kitchen, living room/media room, recreation room, etc.

--Gas grills for outdoor cooking/grilling. This year, though, we didn’t do any outdoor cooking.

--At least one covered, screened-in porch or deck area. Mosquitoes. Enough said.

--Bathrooms. Plenty of bathrooms, especially one easily accessible from outside (beach, pool, etc.) Related to this is plenty of trash receptacles, especially in the kitchen. This year’s house had six  in the main kitchen—three we used for trash and three we used for recyclable items. And trust me, we had to bag up the trash/recycling several times and take it to the outside bins. I can’t imagine having only one or two trash receptacles in the kitchen.

There are probably features I’ve forgotten, but those are the major ones.

One of our favorite activities each year is making tie-dye tee-shirts (or other clothing items). After so many years of doing this, I have enough tie-dye tees to wear a new one each day we’re at the beach house.

Of course, renting a house in Sandbridge can be pricey. But we don’t engage in a lot of activities through the year (golf, travel, etc.), so all-in-all it’s not that bad. And getting the family together and creating memories? Priceless.

Saturday, August 16, 2025

PROMPTS TO INSPIRE YOU, PART TWO, by Adele Gardner, aka Max Jason Peterson


Want a dose of inspiration? I'm back with more prompts! 

As Adele Gardner, I host Adele's Writers Cafe, which is a live Zoom-only inspiration workshop for micro poetry and prose. These free sessions are made possible by Hampton Public Library. If you're interested, feel free to check out the ongoing collection where you can find past, present, and future workshops in the series (ages 18+, free, but registration required for each individual session via Eventbrite):

https://www.eventbrite.com/cc/adeles-writers-cafe-micro-poetry-prose-3651389

For more details on how these work, as well as additional prompts, feel free to look at Part One in this series.

Here are some more prompts I've created for your enjoyment! As always, feel free to use any part of the prompt, or let it take you in a whole new direction. You can even use these to further explore a character or situation in an existing work in progress.

If it is helpful, try writing something for each prompt for ten minutes with a timer. You may not finish your idea in that time. And you most likely won't get beyond the rough draft stage regardless. But having this short a timer can help us just get our thoughts out there, in some form that we can play with later. 

Travel or Transportation: So many ways to go places, so many places to see! Sometimes we feel a need to get away, find a chance of scene, or simply a change of mind. Think about traveling in the mind’s eye through books, media, and/or the imagination. Or science, science fiction, or fantasy traveling via portals, teleportation, space shuttle, interstellar ship, or tesseract. Or physically visiting another place on Earth near or far (as near as another room in the house; as far as the next universe or beyond); it might be a visit to family or friends, a road trip, or a daily commute. Will you stay in a haunted hotel? Imagine any form of conveyance, ancient, modern, or futuristic.

Time Shenanigans: We all need more time, don’t we? Explore time’s impact—or our impact on time. Have fun with time travel, time loops, déjà vu, past lives, alternate versions of characters in the multiverse when time branches off through different decisions or circumstances. How about the effects of relativity? Or time passing at a different speed for people on different worlds? Humans may experience time moving too slow or too fast—and sometimes we can change our own perceptions of time, living in the Now. Explore your connections to time, including how you want to spend it.  

Pets: The creatures we cohabit with change our lives. There are so many types of pets, historical, modern, and otherworldly; maybe your character chose one, or maybe the pet chose them. Pets can reflect personalities, but also influence them. Maybe the character defines themselves by these pets and wouldn’t live without that type of pet; or maybe this is a reluctant (though caring) pet-parent who made an exception in an otherwise pet-free life.

Missing: Is your character missing someone or something? This could be the emotion of longing for something or someone currently at a distance or out of reach, or the actual fact of someone or something being lost. The character might feel they are missing part of themselves but not be sure what the missing piece is. Or they might be hunting for something specific, or trying to reclaim a part of themselves temporarily lost by the wayside.

Family dynamics: Your protagonist has great powers—be they magical, scientific, superpowered, or as part of a pantheon or mythology. Write a letter from their point of view to a parent or sibling, providing insight into the familial relationship and a greater understanding of the protagonist. 

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Adele Gardner's poetry collection Halloween Hearts is available from Jackanapes Press:

https://www.jackanapespress.com/product/halloween-hearts

Themes of Halloween, horror, Edgar Allan Poe, and Ray Bradbury. The press has seasonal discounts.

Max Jason Peterson has two stories in the new anthology Coastal Crimes 2: Death Takes a Vacation from Wildside Press.

Saturday, August 9, 2025

Old Ideas by Judy Fowler

 


          

We are at the dinner table, circa 1959.

My brother Steve, tired of fielding criticism from Dad, joins him in that pecking order project: father, mother, son, and three younger sisters. He turns to me. "Go on, chubby. Why don't you eat the whole bowl?"

He snorts like a pig. I'd just taken another spoonful of mashed potatoes from the bowl on the lazy Susan.

He caught me doing what I usually do at the table: pretend to be invisible when taking seconds. I'm also hoping not to be the one sent to my room for some minor infraction, such as seeking the private territory that having my elbows on the table provided. Compared with elbow placement—always grounds for dismissal at Dad's tense table—my brother's rude barb about my size slides by in the conversation like the gravy on the mashed potatoes going down my esophagus.

I pretend not to hear him, though I sit back from my plate. That was only his opening gambit. He finds a synonym for 'chubby' to toss in my direction while Dad is occupied with shaming our dog for begging near the table.

I can't get support from my older sister, my grandfather, or the baby. I look to my mother. Surely, she'll censor Steve's conduct, as she has impeccable manners—the best I'd observed in my eight years of life. Eighty years later, they remained so.

But my mother ignores my brother's remarks. My discomfort doesn't even register on her face—a beautifully made-up face, devoid of any sign of pain unless it's her drive to see things done properly. By the age of four, she'd taught me how  to answer a rotary phone: "This is the Fowler residence. Judy Fowler speaking. How may I help you?"

That very week, as she drove me to school, I'd heard the tear of fabric. I'd been sitting on my foot, and pulled out my skirt hem with the heel of a clunky Buster Brown. "Oh, no!"

"What?"

"My hem came out!"

I imagined the ridicule I'd endure from countless children during the day. The scornful eyes of teachers. I thought Mom would choose to turn around and go home rather than let me present myself like that. 

But she hadn't turned back. 

I assumed she had a remedy in her purse. "Do you have a safety pin? Scotch tape? A needle and thread?" 

She didn't. "Just smile," she said as she pulled the car into the drop-off area. "If you smile, no one will notice."

How I'd manage to smile while infinitely self-conscious, she didn't explain. I picked at the hanging fabric all day. I asked everyone if they had a safety pin. No one did. During a quiz, my the troubling hem drew away my attention like a cuticle hanging off my finger. I couldn't smile. When I got home, I removed the skirt and handed it to my mother to deal with.

She hadn't taught me to use a needle and thread because of her fear of knives and needles in the hands of children. She was also afraid of stovetops, bowls near the edges of counters, letting us dive into murky  water, and ovens opened without supervision.  You'd never know she'd spent two years during World War Two stalwartly facing the possibility that any day a telegram might make her a widow. Maybe raising four kids who were fifteen years apart in age, housing a father-in-law without help, and pleasing an ambitious husband and a new baby had temporarily overwhelmed her. Mom was not, for some reason, afraid to hand children a hot iron. From the age of six, I helped her iron my father's handkerchiefs. I'd lean over the ironing board from a tipsy chair and shift the squares of dampened white cloth around with my left hand while lifting and lowering a steam-spitting iron with my right.

The theme that emerged at that board re-emerged when I was twenty-six. I'd just announced I'd be living with my boyfriend, an indigent dreamer I hoped to help make a career in acting in New York. My mother wrote me a lengthy letter, the gist of which was that I would miss out on the joy of ironing my husband's shirts if I lived with him unmarried. It was 1976, when everyone was beginning to live with everyone.

I married him. For 25 years I followed her example, though my husband mostly wore wash and wear clothes. I helped him where I could. On my 52nd birthday, I admitted I'd over-reacted: "I made it to menopause," I told my spouse, "but I'm not going to make it till death."

Then I started my own life. It's been fun. I don't even iron my own shirts. The old ideas —self-consciousness, my mother's good opinion, and the urge to protect men—still hang around. I guess they're starched in.  

 

Saturday, August 2, 2025

STORMY SUMMER NIGHTS by Sheryl Jordan



I enjoy summer for all it has to offer, but one of my favorite parts is the nighttime storms. There’s a special magic to summer nights when the sky is restless. As the last light of day fades into dusk, a silence falls over the night, a false calm before the storm’s symphony. The air, thick with the smell of warm earth, seems to pulse with anticipation. I always tell those around me that I can smell the rain coming. They gaze at me, some say, “You can smell the rain?” Others say, “I smell it too!” (Yes, petrichor, storm scents are real!) In these moments, the environment teeters between sluggish heat and the vibrant anticipation of rain.

The Prelude

Stormy summer nights begin with subtle signs. The breeze, once gentle, stiffens and shifts, curling around porch columns and through open windows.  Somewhere in the distance, a rumble of thunder announces itself as though a whisper from the heavens.

As twilight deepens, clouds swirl overhead. Lightning flashes on the horizon, briefly illuminating the darkening sky with jagged silver streaks. For some, these moments bring anxious preparation: windows are closed, candles and flashlights are found, and pets are brought inside for shelter and comfort. For others, there's excitement in the approaching storm, a sense that nature is about to put on a spectacular show.

The Unleashing of the Storm

As the initial heavy raindrops strike the hot pavement, the world seems to pause briefly. The sound pattern starts irregular, then quickly shifts into a consistent rhythm that drowns out the hum of air conditioners and the buzzing of insects.

Lightning streaks across the sky in a spectacular display, illuminating familiar landscapes in a haunting effect. Thunder follows, sometimes seconds later, sometimes as a deafening, immediate roar. In these moments, the lines between indoors and outdoors blur. People stand on covered porches, counting the seconds between flash and sound. Children press their faces against the glass; their faces are lit with awe and a hint of fear.

Within the storm’s embrace, time appears to bend. Minutes seem to stretch into small eternities as the wind howls and rain pounds rooftops. Power may flicker and go out, plunging homes into darkness broken only by the intermittent flashes of lightning and the glow of flashlights and candles (unless you have a generator, of course). Conversation shifts to whispers, stories, and secrets best kept in the cozy cocoon of a summer storm.

Beauty Amidst the Turmoil

There is a wild, unrestrained beauty in nights like these. Trees dance fiercely in the gusts, their limbs bending but rarely breaking. Water rushes, gathering in puddles that reflect the jagged light above. Somewhere, frogs contribute their voices to the chorus, a deep counterpoint to the frantic song of the rain.

The world outside is transformed. Lawns glisten, streets shine like rivers of ink, and flowers, battered and brilliant, seem almost to glow in the storm’s strange illumination. The air, once oppressive, is now laced with coolness and possibility.

Stories and Memories

Stormy summer nights tend to bring people closer. On screened-in porches and under awnings, neighbors gather, attracted by the display and their shared vulnerability. Old stories resurface: the time lightning struck the oak in the yard, the blackout that lasted until dawn, and childhood games played by candlelight. Laughter mixes with the rain, and for a moment, the world feels smaller and more personal.

Inside, families rediscover forgotten rituals. Board games emerge, stories are told, and the light of a flashlight reads books. The usual distractions—screens and schedules—are rendered irrelevant by the storm’s command. There is, in these hours, a return to simpler joys and the comfort of togetherness.

For individuals alone, a stormy night can become a moment for introspection. The noise outside encourages inward calm—a perfect opportunity to sit by a window and observe the world being transformed, while listening to the natural symphony of water and wind. In solitude, there's a strange feeling of connection: to the earth, to the weather, and to everyone who has ever watched summer rain fall.

The Calm After the Storm

Eventually, the fury subsides. The rain tapers off, the thunder recedes, and the clouds start to break apart, revealing glimpses of moonlight. The world appears washed and glistening, the air fresh and clean as if the night itself has been reborn.

The aftermath has its own enchantment. The sharp scent of petrichor lingers, blending with the fragrance of wet grass and blooming flowers. Fireflies resume their dance above the damp lawns, their lights brighter after the darkness that came before. The distant chirping of crickets returns, first tentative, then bold and insistent.

Walking outside barefoot on the soaked earth, one feels the storm’s deep, almost mythic, sense of renewal. The worries of the day before seem smaller somehow, as if the rain has washed them into the gutters. Sleep comes more easily and more deeply, carried by the lullaby of raindrops and fading thunder.

I love a good summer storm, whether during the day (especially when a beautiful rainbow appears on the horizon afterward) or at night. There is something about summer night storms that sparks something in me. I don’t mean the storms that cause destruction and harm to people or property. I enjoy relaxing and binge-watching a good show or movie (if the power doesn’t go out). Sometimes I catch up on reading or writing. When the power is out for a while, I enjoy sitting in the dark, chatting with my family, or lying in bed just listening to the rain and thunder until I doze off to sleep.

Do you enjoy summer storms? What do you like or dislike most about them?

Saturday, July 26, 2025

Exploring Virginia: A Travel Guide by Teresa Inge

When my husband and I returned home from a family wedding in New Jersey, we stopped at the Virginia Welcome Center. As we approached the center, we saw a signboard announcing Virginia’s 2025 Travel Guide. Upon entering, we were welcomed by two officials who provided us with a guide and "Virginia is for Lovers" stickers. The officials asked our destination, and we said Chesapeake. They noted Virginia’s landscape has much to offer, even for locals like us using the travel guide.

On the drive home, I read the guide and agreed: Virginia, known as the "Old Dominion," offers history, nature, beaches, cultural attractions, and culinary delights for everyone.

Regions

The guide divides Virginia into regions: Central, Chesapeake Bay, Coastal (Hampton Roads and Eastern Shore), Northern, Southern, Shenandoah Valley, Southwest (Blue Ridge Highlands and Heart of Appalachia), and Mountains.


Must-See 

Toast the Coast Trail is a highlight in the guide, featuring top wine, beer, and spirit makers from Williamsburg to the Virginia Beach oceanfront. It's on my must-see list and located in my area. Other must-sees include Crabtree Falls, the tallest waterfall east of the Mississippi, and Virginia Natural Bridge State Park with its impressive limestone arch and hiking trails. Since 1925, the Chincoteague Island Pony Swim has attracted large audiences, and marks its centennial this year. The event gained fame through Marguerite Henry's children's book, Misty of Chincoteague. Additionally, Colonial Williamsburg offers an insight into life in the 18th century.


Virginia is for Mysteries

The Virginia is for Mysteries anthologies, coordinated by me, features sixteen fictional short mystery stories set in actual locations in Virginia. Approved by Virginia Tourism, the series is available in bookstores and various other sites across the state for readers to explore.

With the guide at our disposal, my husband and I plan to explore new spots in Virginia for summer weekend getaways.

 

 

 

Saturday, July 19, 2025

AN OUTRAGEOUS BOOK REVIEW BY: KIMBERLY R. THORN

An Outrageous Book Review  BY: KIMBERLY R. THORN


The Rabbit Hole Called YouTube

I have recently started down a new rabbit hole.  Thanks to Malice Domestic.  I have found out that there are influencers called BookTubers on YouTube and I am fascinated!

A Naked Singularity

This past month I joined one of the BookTubers called Life on Books.  They have a book club (for a small fee) that reads a different book each month that they all vote on.  The popular vote is chosen.  They meet online every week to discuss each session.  June’s book was A Naked Singularity by Sergio De La Pava.  This novel was originally published in 2008, then republished in 2012.  It follows Casi, who is 24 years old, he and his family are Columbian immigrants who resettled in Brooklyn, New York and he works as a public defender in Manhattan. 

All 678 pages of this book take you on a wild ride.  I felt like I took a psychedelic drug while I was reading this book.  It seemed to get wilder and wilder as the story progressed.  All in all, I was SO invested in this book that I couldn’t wait to see how it ended.  I thought surely that the ending would be just as much of a rush as the whole entire book, at last, I was sadly disappointed. 

ANS-Themes

Suffice it to say, that even though this book was wild, it had many great themes.  The discussions included themes of good vs evil, what does real justice look like, philosophy of life, death and everything in between, societal breakdown, mental health, picking yourself up after you’ve fallen and if anything can go wrong, it will and astrophysics.  If you absolutely love science and philosophy, then this is the book for you!

Not Exactly My Cuppa Tea

This was not a book that I ordinarily would have looked at the cover and been like, ‘YES I NEED to read this.”  I admit it, this book club is taking me out of my reading comfort zone.  It is challenging me with much harder books.  Maybe this is why I feel smarter for at the very least having read the book….. I’m just not sure how!  It is definitely a book that I want to re-read after a break.  I’d like to try to read it at a slower pace so that I can enjoy it more.  Really delve into its themes.  While I don’t love the book, it certainly leaves a lasting impression on the reader.  It gives the reader something to think about long after you read it.  There was a movie that came out in 2021 based on this book.  I did watch the movie and honestly, I loved the movie much better than the book.  I know, normally that isn’t the case but it is with this one.  I would suggest that if you want to read the book, you should read it before you watch the movie.  The movie is great but it is very different from the book.  I also think that it will give you a greater sense of what the book is about by reading first then watching the movie.  I would also like to watch an interview of De La Pava speaking about his debut novel.  I’d guess something was on YouTube but honestly have not looked yet.

Why Do I Care?

You may ask yourself, this sounds all good and fine, but what does this book have to do with a mystery or a mystery writer group?  I’m so glad you asked this question.  The mystery of this book is what is it about?  What does it mean?  This book is considered postmodern.  I’ve learned that while this movement has its own set of unique parameters, the most important is that the writer does not follow the writing rules that most writers follow.  The author does not use quotation marks, nor does he use a different line for each different characters’ dialogue.  What you end up with is one huge paragraph that you have to slow down to read in order to understand who is speaking at any given moment.  Extra care is given to also tell the difference between a character speaking or just having an internal thought.  Then just when you think you may have it all figured out, you realize that the action is not linear.  The writer jumps around in the action so what you are reading is not a big paragraph with no quotation marks, three people having a conversation where you not only have any clue when each character is speaking but then the action jumps to something that happened yesterday in the story.  (whoa that was a lot to not only type but to read too, right?)

Common Characteristics of Postmodern Literature[1]

1)      Metafiction-acknowledges itself, references itself.  Example in movies, a character speaks directly to the camera

2)      Intertextuality-references other texts

3)      Nonlinear Narratives & Shifting Perspectives-Narratives and Perspectives shift with no clear indication.

4)      Pastiche-blends with another genre or other styles

5)      Paradox and Irony

6)      Questioning Authority, Reality and Truth

7)      Maximalism-rather complex and lengthy in nature

8)      No use of correct punctuation, correct spelling, no three act structure to the story telling, no linear timelines.

9)      Unreliable Narrator[2]

 And Hyperrealism

I would amiss to fail to mention that this novel also uses an enormous amount of hyperrealism.  Google defines ‘hyperrealism in literature as a style of writing that aims to depict reality with an extreme level of detail and accuracy, often blurring the line between reality and fiction. It emphasizes precise descriptions and meticulous attention to everyday life, creating a sense of heightened reality for the reader’.  This is used throughout the novel to show how outrageous life can be and how inept our justice system is.

Conclusion

I wish I had known all of this BEFORE I read the book!  My advice is to do your research before reading something new.



[1]Life on Books “What the Heck is Postmodern Literature. September 1, www.patreon.com/LifeonBooks.

[2] Google.


BEST WRITING ADVICE (PART THREE) : THE ALMIGHTY B-I-T-CH by Penny Hutson

  If you’ve read (Part One) and (Part Two) of my “Best Writing Advice” blog series, then you know reading a lot and not looking back to edit...