I’ve been so busy writing, editing, and reading, I almost forgot about this blog. WHEN: A wise friend of mine said to me, “Time is there, you just have to take it.” If you have trouble with it, then tough. That’s right, I said it—tough! Too many writers use lack of time as an…
Author: Rainey Hall
The first poem I wrote, (cowboy poetry), was somewhere around age nine, and had something to do with a pig’s snout.
My first self-published work was a fictional short story titled, The Frozen Moose. I was living in the far reaches of humanity where the weather frequented 0, volunteering for Welcome Home Warrior, now defunct, and helping at retreats for active duty and veteran families. That’s when a friend of mine committed suicide. Out of those experiences came the above story.
I love researching, learning, and writing Women’s/Historical Fiction.
Currently, I contribute a blog every month to RMFW.org. I enjoy any mammal, walking uphill, ATVing, learning, reading, taking naps, gardening, and church service.
Driving for a Paycheck
I’ve finally figured it out! There are two signs on each car I drive seen only by Special Drivers. (Special, of course, meaning unusual, distinct, specific and obviously run-of-the-mill.) I’m sure the sign on the front bumper says, “Pull immediately in front of me, proceed really, really slowly, and then wash your windshield.” The sign…
Phobia noun pho∙bia \ foe-bee-a
Actually, I’m okay with bees but those wasps, yellow jackets, mud daubers—whatever they’re called—freak me out. Speaking of fears, take Steven King—but don’t keep him—that guy writes horrors few humans can possibly survive, let alone think of: Carrie, The Secret Window, The Shining… Now that I think about it, I have an irrational fear of…
The Drive-in Movies
There I was at Sam’s Club on 52nd near Wadsworth yesterday and that’s when the memory surfaced. This is where the drive-in used to be. (One of those places where families, friends and dating couples went to watch movies on a humongous screen while sitting in their car, one speaker hanging on a window.) Ahhhh……
Tracker the Cat
I don’t recognize myself in the mirror this morning; not a complete oddity. But what in the world caused the short, fresh scratches scattered on three-quarters of my face? Looks like teeth marks on my nose too—little teeth. But what’s really throwing me off is my… Do you know what a beehive hairdo looks like?…