Saturday, January 7, 2023
PART 2: VOLTAIRE, THE CALAS MYSTERY FACTS, TRIAL: IS THE PEN STILL MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD? By Kimberly Thorn
Saturday, December 31, 2022
HAPPY NEW YEAR! By the Sand in Our Shorts bloggers
All of the writers of the "Sand in our Shorts" blog wish all of our
readers a wonderful year to come! We've put together some of our favorite poems
to curl up with on a cold winter's day, so grab a blanket and a warm cup of
cheer and enjoy!
Maria Hudgins:
My favorite poem is "The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert Service.
"Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee . . ."
Saturday, December 24, 2022
TROPES, CLICHÉS, AND STEREOTYPES, OH MY! A CHRISTMAS STORY UNDER THE LOOKING GLASS. By Guest Blogger Charles “Chuckie” Farkus
Be careful kid, "You'll shoot your eye out!" |
Seems that everyone remembers my evil big brother. Yeah. Green eyes, yellow teeth, coonskin cap. That’s who I’m talking about. (He grew up to be a police officer, you know.) But then there’s me, baby brother Charles “Chuckie” Farkus. We also lived on Cleveland Street, two houses down from Ralphie and Randy Parker, next door to the Bumpasses. I was best friends with Randy. I looked like a tick and couldn’t put my arms down on the way to school, either. But do you hear about me and my challenges? No.
And what a rotten movie it is, filled with tropes, clichés,
and stereotypes. You know, things like “You’re gonna shoot your eye out,” the
Italian word Fra-gee-lay, sticking
your tongue to a frozen flagpole, and my favorite, Christmas dinner at a
Chinese restaurant. Oh, please! The writers ought to be ashamed.
So tell me, what’s your favorite or, better yet,
least favorite, thing about A Christmas
Story? And don’t worry if you haven’t seen it. You can check your channel guide
for where to find the next marathon, 24-hours-a-day, “wash-Ralphie’s-mouth-out-with-soap” barf-o-rama.
Oh, by the
way, there’s a sequel—A Christmas
Story Christmas. I’m not in that one, either. I can hardly wait to watch it—NOT.
So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just sit her enjoying a piping hot cup of
Ovaltine, as I check the blog every few minutes for your comments.
Saturday, December 17, 2022
IF MYSTERY WRITERS WROTE CHRISTMAS SONGS by Yvonne Saxon
If you let a mystery writer loose with the lyrics of a Christmas song, you might end up singing something like this:
On the first day of Christmas, my mystery gave to me, crime scene tape strung on my Christmas tree.
On the second day of Christmas, my mystery gave to me, two inheritance fights, and some crime scene tape strung on my Christmas tree.
On the third day of Christmas, my mystery gave to me, three funny sidekicks, two money fights, and that yellow tape up on my Christmas tree.
Saturday, December 10, 2022
A WRITER'S CHRISTMAS PARTY by Maria Hudgins
Our local Sisters in Crime group—we call it Mystery by the Sea because we live in coastal Virginia—met for lunch at Carrabba’s for a pre-holiday party.
What, you ask, do writers talk about when they are just having fun? I made mental notes as I ate my lasagna. We talked about new babies, new contracts, and fresh writing opportunities. Who wants a roommate for Malice Domestic, who did NaNoWriMo this year, who is letting their hair go natural? Do you have a picture of your new dog/cat? We spent a long time on the crucial topic of Best First Sentence. Believe it or not, there was some support for “It was a dark and stormy night.” We came to no consensus of course but had a lot of laughs.
One
thing we did NOT talk about was money. We all know we’re in the wrong
profession for getting rich and that’s okay. I’m convinced that the few writers
who do get rich, do so almost by accident. It’s occasionally a side benefit but
not a goal. We write because we are writers.
This
group has been together for about twenty years, and a few original members are
still with us. Most, however, are new blood. We celebrate as each newbie gets
that first story published. There is no jealousy among us because we are not
competing. We may all become wildly successful. Or not.
We exchanged ideas and recommendations for online resources that offer the kinds of help we need. One of our members is venturing into the world of script writing and she recommended an online program that I may check out myself. A few new books are generating talk in the mystery genre, and we mentioned some without, of course, giving away any endings.
We all agreed that the pandemic has had a bad effect on each of us even though most of us work best alone. Other people are where ideas come from. Without human contact we are like tailors without cloth. We need that human contact. As I listened to my fellow writers, I felt like l was rejoining the human race.
We
were a bit loud at times. Fortunately, we met at 11:30 before the lunch crowd
hit so we had the place pretty much to ourselves for a while. The manager came
over and talked to us, but he didn’t mention the noise. He was just being
friendly. I have no idea how our server made sense of our orders. We asked her
irrelevant questions, changed our minds (I’ll have what she’s having), and
ordered more than we could eat, prompting us to call for a veritable snowstorm
of white Styrofoam boxes.
If you are looking to join the writing community yourself, I suggest you shop around in your own community. You’ll probably be surprised that there are people like you close by. And check out online groups, too. You are not alone.
Saturday, December 3, 2022
QUOTH THE RAVEN “NEVERMORE.” OR DID HE? By Michael D. Rigg
"Once upon a midnight, dreary...." |
But can we make the same assertion about
actual historical figures? Did various people utter the pithy, wisdom-laden
sayings attributed to them? Quoth the Raven, “Maybe, or maybe not.”
In grade school, many of us learned of George Washington’s commitment to honesty. When confronted by his father about chopping down a cherry tree, six-year-old George confessed his horrific, axe-wielding deed and declared, “I cannot tell a lie.”
Saturday, November 26, 2022
SURRENDER, DOROTHY by Guest Blogger Judy Fowler
Intimidating words. Plucky Dorothy Gale—the protagonist in Frank Baum’s The Wizard of Oz—isn’t scared off for long. Eventually, she’ll confront her fear of witches because she wants to go home.
In parts of my life, I’m like Dorothy. When
my own “Over the Rainbow” dreams of singing on Broadway and writing books met
with setbacks, I threw my support behind my husband’s acting career. All I
asked for—if he made it—was a house in Beverly Hills where I could write. This
never materialized. I went back to school and bought myself a house in Virginia
Beach.
I could have done that earlier, but—like Dorothy—I had to learn it for myself.
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