I participated in National Novel Writing Month (50K words in 30 days) for the first time and wrote 50,200 words of a novel first draft. The consistency of writing every day brought

There was a stuff turtle riding in the back window of a state trooper’s car. I’m sure it was not regulation.

The pattern on the front caught my eye. The handwritten card was smeared by the rain. Dirt filled the creases. The words were about kisses and the moonlight. The writer’s name has

Listening to Sam Cooke and he found a rhyme for plebeian. It was “me and.”

I’ve been listened to long recordings of nature sounds to help me focus on writing. Falling rain. Rushing streams. Babbling brooks. And I’m pretty sure I can hear a car door