WhitewolfZ's Notebook

Dec 8, 2025 at 7:37am

I can't make up my mind whether my day is a bowl of or a pile of____! I'll take whatever it is and do the best I can. My writing is suffering from a lack of interest at this moment. I know it needs more editing, but I really don't feel like it. Maybe after the holidays, I will attack it again with the fervor it requires. Oh, well!

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Annette

Dec 8, 2025 at 12:55pm

A pile.

WhitewolfZ

Nov 30, 2025 at 9:34pm

It isn't easy to talk about myself, at least I think so; my wife tells me otherwise often enough. But we've been together for a long time. We think of ourselves as two halves that met, accidentally, and found we were meant to be together. However, when it comes to writing, I've been doing it all my life. My first memory was when I was ten, no, nine years old, in the second grade, for the second time, and our teacher asked us to write a short story about something we liked. Well, the only thing I liked at that time was science fiction stories. So I decided to write one for my teacher. The story was of the last creatures left on the planet after a nuclear war: rats and roaches. Of course these creatures were sentient by this time and well able to create battle plans. General Ratson was the leader of the rats; of course, and General Buggson, was the Roach General. Well it was a page and one/half of how the war progressed. The next day, when we were due to turn in our papers, I dutifully walked up to her desk and laid my paper on the stack just as the rest had done and went back to my desk/seat. The teacher began reading through some of the essays and smiled periodically, when suddenly, she became red as a beet! I guessed at the number of pages she had turned and I figured it was at my paper she was reading, but I didn't see a smile on her face, I saw an older woman turning red and her eyes bulging from their socket, when she screamed my name, "KEN! Get up here!" My heart dropped to the floor but I didn't stop to pick it up. I slowly approached her desk and she began to scream at me, "What is this garbage you handed me about Roaches and Rats at war with each other. What are you STUPID? With that the class errupted with laughter and she promptly tore my story into pieces and tossed them in her trash can, and I watched as she marked a big 'F' by my name. I was crushed! However, I passed her class and I never made another mistake in my homework, but I never forgave her. However, now it seems trivial, having been able to publish at least one of my SCI-FI books. But I did learn that not everyone wants to read SCI-FI.

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