Editing The Old Mill

I hate editing.

A few of you may remember my serialized novel, The Old Mill, that I posted a little over two years ago.  After finishing the book I decided to put it on the back burner and work on other things for a while.  One problem is that there are a few similarities with my book The Halley Branch and I wanted to put some space between the two.  So the rough draft, which I had posted here, was sitting, gathering dust.  For some reason i couldn’t get the inspiration to pick it up again.  In my opinion, the hardest part of writing is doing the second, third, fourth, fifth, etc. drafts.  The first draft is the easy, fun part.

A couple of weeks ago I picked it back up and started the next draft.  I haven’t made it very far….

The first thing I ran into had to do with names.  I changed the name of one character half way through and have already run into both versions of the name.  I don’t remember why I changed it and which is the final name.  I’m about 90% sure that I will have to make a third version of the name.  The problem is, a lot of names run in the main family of the book, so doing a search on the name is only partially helpful.  I may hit another character with the same name. Continue reading


Mirror #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

“Which is the real world, the one in front of me or the one reflected in the mirror of the pool?”

Dan laughed at his bit of silliness.

It had all been getting to him, work, family, everything.  Reality.  His reality.  He needed some time alone, far from his work and family, far from his reality.  Time to be alone with himself.  What is more important than self?  It wasn’t a hard decision: he took a long weekend to unwind in the woods. It would be perfect.

But it wasn’t going as well as planned.  Despite being away from it all, so far all he had done is worry, worry and more worry. The real world just wouldn’t leave him in peace.  He would see a flower and think of bills unpaid, work not finished, arguments unresolved. Continue reading

Welcome Home


PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

My eyes, once adjusted to the dark, were assaulted by the mix of bright teal and dingy diner red.  The hokey orca and great white on the wall were far older than the current shark craze.

“Sit where you want, hon,” A female voice called out.

The table, though clean, had obviously been there since the early 1940s, or perhaps was a refugee from an ancient railcar diner.

Recognizing a few faces half seen in the dim light, I smiled as I took my seat.

After six years living in the tourist town, I had finally found the local hangout.


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Dale Rogerson.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The Space Between #Etheree


Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay

Bottled up
Contained inside
Waiting for release
On an infinite sea
Drifting on random currents
Between far away island shores
Forever self-contained but unheard
And yet we are so close to almost touch


Written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge.  Colleen has changed her challenge to include photos as well as keywords.  This is a photo week (see photo at the top of the page). For this week’s challenge I decided to do an Etheree.

The Weekly Smile for the 19th of August, 2019 #weeklysmile


For most of us, most of the time life is made up of small events.  We have a typical routine, do some of the same things over and over and, well, we just live.  Sure, there are often big events, both for good and bad – a raise in pay or vacation on one side, but a death of a friend or a very large unexpected expense on the other side.  When we look back, we often see these large events as life, but really, it’s the small stuff.

Today is another “the small things in life” smile post.

There were a lot of small things to smile about.  Watching hummingbirds as I sit on the back patio.  Playing catch with my boxer – he is at the top of a small hill; I toss the ball; he catches it and then drops it; the ball rolls down the hill to my feet; I pick up the ball; repeat.  A long walk in the woods.  Standing in town, chatting with a friend for an hour.  Visiting friends I don’t see often.  Running and other exercise.  Reading.  Writing.  Talking to family on the phone.  Seeing friend’s and family’s vacation photos on line.  Chatting with fellow bloggers in the comments.  Getting a lot of work done both at work and around the house.  Walks, and runs, with the dogs.  A smile, “hello”, and wave to a stranger as i walk through town or run or am shopping.  Playing piano or my synthesizers.   Etc. Continue reading

The Weekly Smile Recap 8/12 – 8/18/2019


It’s the time to look back at last week’s smiles.  There were some really good smiles.  Go ahead and read a few:

Trent’s World
The Jesh Studio
Tessa Can Do It! Positivity is Catching!
Nut House Central
World-Whelmed Woman
Change is Hard
Mama Cormier
Ruth Blogs Here
Wasted Days and Wasted Nights

See?  I told you there were some good smiles here :)

I will post this week’s smile in about an hour.

What made you smile?

If We Were Having Coffee on the 17th of August, 2019

Coffee Share new Hampshire in the Summer

Hello and Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get you a nice strong mug of my dark roast blend, a cuppa tea of other beverages.  We will go back outside and enjoy the green.  It is a little grey today and there may be storms later, but for now it is nice being out instead of in.  Where are we?  Some of you may recognize that cup on the stone wall as being in my backyard in New Hampshire.  Yes, two weeks in a row ;)

The last coffee share I told you that this was going to be a very busy week.  Yep.  I had two days that were all day meetings.  There was a lot else going on at work.  Just a busy week any way you look at it.

Beyond work, I didn’t do much out of the ordinary.  I ran and exercised.  I took the dogs for walks.  I mowed and did other work around the house.  I really don’t remember a whole lot else that I did… Continue reading

Too Many Photos, Too Little Time ;)

Osprey at Sunset

I take so many photos and rarely take the time to go through them.  I just downloaded about 250 more photos to my computer.  Sigh.  Some of them are nice, like the ones form the seal watch tour.  Oh well, perhaps I will have time to look at them later.  But here is a teaser – the photo at the top is of an osprey flying at sunset, the one below is a seal form pretty close up.


Journey #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

I don’t remember ever being so hungry.  Starved.  What an awful journey!  I cursed our captain and king, and went over the ridge.

Just think, we had been staying in a land where the fruit was unlimited.  There was nothing to do but sit back, eat, sleep and enjoy ourselves.  After all of those years of war, what more could a man ask for?  But no, we had to move on, continue our journey.

The idiot.

I stopped and pointed.  The weeds had been close cropped, so I assumed there was something edible around, but my suspicions were proved correct when I spotted the sheep.

Oh, delicious mutton!  Lamb steaks!  Lamb chops!

Actually, any meat would do, but this was glorious. Continue reading

The Celebrated Barbecue-off of Cook County


PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

I talked to an old man in my quest to find Don Optner.

“I know Jim Opnter.”

“No, I want Don.”

“Claimed he made the best barbecue, period.  Grew his own herbs and such and it was awfully good.”

“Don is…”

“He set up the Cook County Barbecue-off.  Had three Weber grills running and a tent.  Hoped to make a fortune.  People came from all over.

“A stranger had a pretty good sauce, worrying Don.

“Don went back for more herbs and some kids destroyed his setup with a firehose.  Said it was rain.

“And then….”

I left him, mid-sentence.


A maybe not so successful attempt at a parody of a parody, The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County.  Why Weber grills?  Look up the short story and the frog’s name ;) OK, Weber, Webster, a little different…


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Jan Wayne Fields.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.