Tag: Steve Campbell

Reminiscing, part 3

I’m still peeking at old photos and reminiscing about the past. (You can read Part 1 here and Part 2 here.) I plan to wrap this up today so I can get other jobs done. Pictures are time machines that can whisk us immediately to earlier times. I have photos of my childhood that includes … Continue reading Reminiscing, part 3

Reminiscing, part 2

I’m still peeking at my old photos when I should be labeling their storage boxes. I can’t help reminiscing when I do. (You can read Part 1 here.) I see old photos of an entrepreneurial boy trying to earn quarters. Quarters were important pieces of silver to us kids because we could buy a long-neck … Continue reading Reminiscing, part 2

Reminiscing, part 1

I find wintertime the best time to get on top of my plans and goals. January and February are typically the two coldest and snowiest months where I live. Leaving the house can be a chore and a half when it snows: Getting in and out of snowsuits and boots, shoveling the stuff, battling drifts … Continue reading Reminiscing, part 1

My Birthday

It’s my birthday today. I spent most of the day relaxing, then opened some gifts. Cake and ice cream are on the dinner’s dessert menu. I unearthed some old birthday posts from my past blogs no longer on the Internet, and decided to share a couple here. From February 10, 2019: “Birthdays and Life” Today’s … Continue reading My Birthday

Watching Foxes, Poem 2023-0206)

This is an old post from February 2011. Words awoke me the other morning, repeating in my mind loudly, obtrusive. At 4:27, I snapped on my lamp and scribbled them down. Faces sharp Red coal eyes Gold afire Watching Waiting I tried to remember the dream that had birthed those words, but it had vanished. … Continue reading Watching Foxes, Poem 2023-0206)

On Writing Stories

I started writing fiction when I was nine. But I didn’t write what I considered “serious fiction” until I was fourteen. They were baseball stories about the struggles, triumphs, and defeats of the game. There were no personal struggles in those stories that went beyond a weak pitcher trying to defeat a strong lineup of … Continue reading On Writing Stories

Being a Self-Published Author

Not that I never tried to become a published author in the traditional sense, but I’m too impatient to wait for something I can do myself. After all, I self-published my first short story in book form when I was fourteen. Ten years later, I self-published my own comic book. By the time I was … Continue reading Being a Self-Published Author