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THE YEAR AHEAD, VOLUME II
Now I’ll discuss my novellas and short stories which I hope will find a home for this year.
I have a novella, Elmo’s Invention, requiring work. It is a prequel to the already published Elmo’s Sojourn. Elmo’s Sojourn is due to appear as an eBook this February. I have a fondness for Elmo and hope to follow him with more stories.
I also have short stories in need of editing, and in some cases completion. The Event is a work of science fiction needing a little work and off it goes. Valued Employees is a short story which is comical but with sinister overtones. It deals with the unemployed who cannot find work because of preexisting conditions or bad habits. This population is just what a unique company is looking to hire.
Billie’s Magic is a short story about and autistic youth with a dark connection to his older violent brother. I may try to self-publish this story on Kindle and see what happens.
Finally, I hope to republish short stories and poems that are already out there and find for them a greater exposure.
That’s what I have planned for the coming years, along with whatever story ideas that may creep into my brain.
UPDATE THANKS
My consistent readers,
A BIG THANKS.
I just received a royalties check from Books To Go Now.
Buying my beach house is still on the pilot light, and we have an electric stove, but at this point in my career, the important thing to me is that people are reading my work.
Last quarter, three people bought my story, Martian Rebirth. Fourteen bought Unholy Ground.
I first want to once again say thanks. I would also ask you, if you don’t mind, to post a comment on amazon.com. A comment would be appreciated whether you liked my stories or not. Writing is a lonely experience, and feedback is important.
Walt
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THOUGHTS OF MONDAY, AN UNPUBLISHED STORY
My consistent readers,
Although I am now retired from my ‘day job’, I have been a writer for some time now and will continue that endeavor as long as my mind continues to generate thoughts.
I do recall, however those dreaded Monday mornings.
MONDAY MORNING BLUES
On early summer mornings I’m first out the door and on my way to work. Without exception, I run smack into spider webs built across the area of the doorway during the night. Not the way I chose to start my day, pulling nearly invisible strands of spider secretions from my face and arms.
One Saturday morning I decided to use the garage door and walk down the driveway to get the papers. As I returned to the house I noticed spider webs running from nearby bushes and trees to our parked cars. On inspection, I also discovered a huge web across the side door; I found another web blocking the back door. A broom took care of the webs across the doors, but they provided more resistance that usual. As my wife went off in the van to run some errands, she dislodged the webs. Was it my imagination or did the van’s tires hesitate for better traction just before breaking free?
Monday morning, I leave for work but don’t get far. I hit the spider web and stop short, cannot move! The damn thing has me stuck and the more I thrash about the more enveloped I become in the sticky mass. I’m about to cry out to my wife for help when, from behind the house, illuminated by the porch light, extends a hairy leg, thick around as a small tree.
Don’t you just hate Monday mornings?
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