Fun with Singing

I don’t know about you, but I love to sing. I mean that there are times when I will spontaneously burst into song. However, when I’m feeling like amusing myself, I will sing a song slightly off-key (on purpose) or…wait for it…

I’ll use someone else’s voice…

Right now, I’ve been using Animal’s voice from The Muppet Show to sing songs like “Put Your Head on My Shoulder” by Paul Anka or The Swedish Chef for “Take on Me” by A-ha. Doesn’t really matter with the last one since it basically comes out as Bork-Bork-Bork anyway.

The point is to do something that makes you laugh because you don’t always have other people around for entertainment and let’s face it, if you do the looks you may get are entertaining in an of themselves.

Yeah, I’m a nut job, but it gets me through the day…hehe.

Writer First, Genre Second

It’s a little too easy at times to pigeonhole yourself into one particular type of writing. I love to write SciFi/Adventure, but I’m totally capable of writing other forms as well. I’ve touched on the subject of stretching yourself creatively in the past and it’s as true now as it was back then.

I’m beginning to get comments regarding “The Night Shift” asking if I am departing from SciFi. The answer is No, but I reserve the right to explore other subject matter as it strikes me. In fact, I’ve often considered my work to be Literary Science Fiction because I strive to produce a quality of work that is SciFi in nature, but Literary in its use of language.

I never set out on The Creative Path to be anything more than a writer. Granted, I lean toward Fiction because the research isn’t as strict and the fact-checking is nonexistent. The bottom line is that I am a Writer First and a Genre Writer Second. Thanks for your time. 🙂

It’s Meet and Greet Weekend @ Dream Big!! 11/20

I’ve been a bit remiss with keeping up with this lately, so hopefully this makes up for it a little. 🙂

Dream Big, Dream Often

imagesIt’s Meet and Greet Weekend at Dream Big!!

Ok so here are the rules:

  1. Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post.
  2. Reblog this post.  It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone!  So don’t be selfish, hit the reblog button.
  3. Edit your reblog post and add tags (i.e. reblogging, reblog, meet n greet, link party, etc.), it helps, trust me on this one.
  4. Share this post on social media.  Many of my non-blogger friends love that I put the Meet n Greet on Facebook and Twitter because they find new bloggers to follow.  This helps also, trust me.

Now that all the rules have been clearly explained get out there and meet n greet your butts off!

See ya Monday!


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The Night Shift

When Bobby walked through the automatic doors holding a bloody cloth against his face, Frank Tamborino knew he was in for a good story. It made sense actually since the Delores Cove ER was having one of its slowest nights in recent history. His break was almost over and after crushing out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray, he pulled his stethoscope from a pocket and clipped it around his neck before following through the doors. He stopped as a nurse helped Bobby into a wheelchair.

“Take him into Three, Jolene,” He said. “I’ll handle him myself.”

“Are you sure, Doctor?” She asked. “Doctor Phelps is on call tonight.”

Tamborino smiled and nodded. “It’s okay. I’ve spent too much time in my office going over hospital budgets and supply orders. Doing what I’ve trained for is good practice.”

“As you wish.” She pushed the wheelchair into an examining room and pulled the curtains closed behind her.

He allowed a few minutes to pass before receiving the patient chart and going in. After he closed the curtains behind him, his smile faded and the inevitable head shake started.

“Bobby, what the hell have you gotten yourself into this time?” He slipped on a pair of latex gloves and then double-checked the vital signs.

“I went out to the Kingston Protest.” Bobby replied, his words garbled by swollen lips and a gash across his right cheek. “Someone had to represent.”

Tamborino loaded up a syringe with an anesthetic before threading a surgical needle. “Bobby, this activist thing you’ve been doing is making a mess out of you. I highly recommend that you either take a break for a while or at least learn how to dodge a blow or two.” He made a few injections around the wound site and waiting for the shots to take effect. “What did you catch this time?”

“Maglite to the face,” Bobby mumbled. “Big one too. Security Guard put his hands on me and I wasn’t having that. Okay, so I was trying to climb the fence and he and his buddy pulled me down. Still, no excuse to put their hands on me.” He grinned in spite of the pain. “That fat ass will be pissing blood for a while though. I got a few good shots to his cojones before they clocked me and tossed me off the property. Then I came here.”

“I wouldn’t be so proud of that.”

Bobby flinched as he watched the sutures pull the edges of his wound closed through a nearby mirror. “That’s always been your problem, Brother. You took the straight and narrow path. No making waves, no causing problems. You lack the courage to do what’s necessary to make changes in the world. I am an activist.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Oh yeah? What have you ever done to make the world a better place?”

“Look around you. Every day in this hospital, I help sick and injured people get better. Your short-sightedness has always been your particular problem. Don’t assume that I don’t do my part,” Tamborino said. “Keep your damn voice down. If anyone figured out that you’re my brother, I could get in a lot of trouble for doing this. Now hold still.”

Seconds ticked by before the sutures were tied, cut and a bandage applied over them. Tamborino wrote out a prescription on a pad and handed it to Bobby. “Follow the instructions and if you have any problems like blurred vision, let me know.”

Bobby struggled to his feet. “What about the bill?”

Tamborino sighed. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it. Now, go home and tell Mom that I’ll call her later.” He put an arm on Bobby’s shoulder. “Try to stay out of trouble for five minutes, okay? I don’t want to see you end up on a slab downstairs. You’re a smart kid. Use that head for something other than a hat rack.”

Bobby nodded and left.

He finished up the paperwork and attached a check for Billing. The clock on the wall read three more hours until the end of the shift but for Frank Tamborino, it wasn’t going to end soon enough.

Random Thoughts for a Rainy Thursday

It’s a rainy Thursday over here in beautiful Southeastern PA (yes, that’s sarcasm), so I thought today’s article would be something more random in nature.

While I was out running a few errands, I was walking along and the inevitable random thoughts started to pop into my head. I’ve learned to appreciate those moments because many of my best story ideas have come from those wacky neuron crossfires…hehe. So, without further ado, here are a few of the really good ones:

1) Procrastination, the new perfume from Calvin Clone. One whiff and you’ll forget what you want to do. Procrastination: Go ahead, put it off…

2) If Bacon makes everything better and the Cheese stands alone, what the hell are the Crackers doing and should we be worried?

3) When I call a Psychic Hotline, how come they don’t already know my name?

4) Why isn’t the word “No” celebrated in November? I mean, it’s in the name, right?

5) Some of my biggest fans have never read anything I’ve written. This both confuses and irritates me at the same time.

6) When it comes to Chicken, I have to call Fowl…

Like I said, random thoughts. Thanks for your time. 🙂

The Journey Onward

I had an urge to do some free writing, so here’s something to brighten up your Wednesday. Enjoy. 🙂

His tears mingled with the wet sand as he knelt, pounding his fists until he had nothing left inside of him. They did it? They actually did blew it up and now he was marooned far away from the world he knew. There was always a part of him that hoped that his cynicism toward Mankind would be proven wrong, but as the broken monument loomed nearby, he was forced to accept the terrible realization.

He ripped a scrap of cloth from the rags across his waist and used it as a handkerchief to wipe the last of his grief away before throwing it away. After all, his world had been destroyed and what was the point of caring for the environment now?

His companion sat on her horse, watching him with confusion. She had never known any other existence. Her head jerked around behind them. The sound of a horn carried over the wind. They weren’t far behind. She grunted to him and pointed.

“I know,” He said as he adjusted the rifle slung across his back before climbing back onto his horse. “They’ll always be a few steps behind us.” He tightened his grip on the reins and urged the horse forward. Despite his grief, he gave the monument one final look as they passed by.

“Come on, Nova, we need to find more answers.”