How long do you need to remain inactive to be considered dead?

“The rarest breed is the one left standing.” #writing

“The old hag sighed as she glanced up at the old wooden cuckoo clock. Her stomach rumbled. She sprang from her rocking chair when the doorbell rang. The Hansel and Gretel Ready-to-Eat™ meals were here.” #writing

“The stand of tall pines forced the perspective upward, to a point. Then they stopped.” #writing

“When was the last time you played with your kids?” “I don’t have kids.” “What did you do with them?” “I never had kids.” “That’s not what your wife said.” “I don’t have a wife.” “So you killed your wife as well?” “Which one?” #writing #throwawayline

“He laughed at her. He died almost instantly.” #writing #throwawayline

“The irony was that all of his clothes were rumpled.” #writing #throwawayline

“If it’s obvious, it should be stated.” #life

“I miss mud pies. They were a lot better when I was growing up. They had real flavor back then.” #writing #throwawayline

I miss the days of farce in books and media. Oh right, pretty much on current media is farce, but not the kind I enjoy.

“There are two kinds of people. Those that stand out in hope of gaining a benefit, and those who blend in and who silently kill off those who stand out. Every benefit has a price. Once you stand out, you are no longer who you used to be. You lose the power you had to control in anonymity.” #writing

Lots of next-book editing this morning. A new game scene written. Food still in-the-queue. I should bake some sandwich bread.

I’m contemplating food and working on another scene in my Colostle story. #writing #game

“Make mistakes no one else has. Otherwise, you’re just part of the crowd.”

Well, it’s 63ªF here today. The snows have melted away. The fog and drizzle give a moistness to the air. The land squishes and sinks underfoot as I hunt a common eatery, the cheapest of its kind. #writing #throwawayline

I’m editing “Coins of Destiny - I - AL” after a couple of years on the shelf. I like what I’m reading. #writing #editing

The purpose of language is to differentiate.

Hello. Find some quiet today. Time for the ceremonial coffee.

I should really reread “The Way of the Peaceful Warrior”.

Inspire creativity.

Notice the world around you. Many ignore what surrounds them. #life

Hurry up and do something.

“Panic gripped him. His was the sacrificial moustache. He ran.” #writing #throwawayline

There is rarely a perfect time. The best you can hope for is now. #life #success

Happy Library Shelfie Day Yes, it’s a thing…