Talking Short Stories in Today’s Writing World

When I was a young writer I was obsessed with short stories.

There was something about them that felt very freeing for me as a newbie; because, they don’t come with the same burdens a novel does, and even in my young writing days I could see that. If you don’t like a story, stop writing it! It’s not like you lose months and years of work like you would on a novel. For a short story you lose, what?, a week in the most.  I don’t know about you, but I can lose a week.

And you can experiment; and, boy, did I like to experiment in stories! I had to try everything! Sci-fi, fantasy, horror, romantic, comedy, parody, etc.; heck, I even wrote my own Chaucer Canterbury tale, if you can believe it! Continue reading

Bears and Monkees: Jan Berenstain and Davy Jones

It is a strange feeling when figures from your childhood pass away. You can become nostalgic for your past, while also feeling time and your own age more on the shoulders.

I remember when Charles M. Schultz and Mr. Rogers passed away. I could have sworn I knew them and I had just lost two dear relatives. That is silly, of course; I didn’t know them. After reading books on both later on, I’m sure I would have been disappointed in meeting Schultz (he is not Snoopy in person, and did not listen to jazz at his house no matter how cool the soundtrack for the cartoons were), while Mr. Rogers would have been just like he is on TV. Why? Because he was just plain awesome like that.

This week we lost two other individuals that had an impact on my own young years. Continue reading