To Be (Succinct) Or Not To Be (Succinct)

Shakespeare once declared

Brevity the soul of wit;

All the world’s a stage

Succinct Hemingway

Manuscripts pared to bare bones

Never words to waste

Miss Jane Austin, though,

Played with epic paragraphs

Bursting at the seams

Advice for writers

Can we get our stories straight?

Be succinct, methinks.

A Watched Pot

Simmers, plays mind games

With clock’s tick tock suspended

Patience brings rewards

I’m not going to lie—I’ve become addicted to checking the Kindle Direct Publishing website once an hour to see if any additional copies of my novel, Mayhem at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort, have sold. It’s like watching grass grow with occasional bursts of fecundity followed by long stretches of barrenness. Tons of fun.

Tomorrow I’m going to wrap Christmas presents, and ignore the KDP website. Yes I will. Maybe.

Peace, people.

Points of View

He thought her lovely

Yet too stubborn to be tamed

His heart seemed shuttered

She feared he’d control

But desired him at all costs

Her heart was open

One passionate night

Lovers standing on the brink

Which way would they fall?

Okay, I started to look for photos of human couples to accompany this honestly awful bit of poetry, but adding the cats seemed to make it all better.

Meow, people!

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