Back to Writing

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I have arrived back home after a week of road tripping to New York Hope and back, and after a 14-hour nap, I am back to writing. I have a short story to finish, and then maybe I will start another short story.

I’m writing short stories lately because I’m all noveled out, and because I need some shorter compositions for entering for publication and contests. The last story I had published was in Fall 2023 by Flying Ketchup Press, Inner Child. This story answers the perennial question, “What if my inner child is a brat?”

I need some inspiration for short stories. Perhaps a trip to Starbucks, but not today. I’m still recovering from the trip. That’s life after 60.

This is what I’ve been up to these past few days.

I’m the one to your far left.

I go here every year to do moulage (casualty simulation) for a disaster training exercise called New York Hope. The people with me are. Fellow students and faculty from the Emergency and Disaster Management at Northwest Missouri State University. And my husband.

We went to Niagara Falls on our way home. Here we are again.

When I get home, I promise I’ll write.

The Road Trip and the Dead Bat

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Ok, gotta go, bye

My husband and I are driving to Kansas City to visit an intern. He has to take me there because my vision is getting increasingly worse in my right eye due to a cataract (I’m too young for those, so go figure). But first, a trip to the Public Health Department with a dead bat.

Why a dead bat? Because Richard accidentally handled it, which is a bad thing if, say, the bat had rabies. We’ll play it on the safe side, but it’s time to bring the bat in for testing. Poor bat.