From Doorstep fiction writing— to unfinished dissertation

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When one of my daughters was about ten, her school bus came later than those of the other kids, so she and I had half an hour or so one-on-one time.  I loved to make up stories, and some of my best (maybe) ideas came at that time.   This means fiction…since I was a working newspaper reporter and writer at the time I was writing other types of material —news stories, police reports, obits, motor vehicle crashes, city meeting coverage— when I wasn’t making up far-out stories.

The story I am referring to was about a tiny slug that landed on a patch of grass, and was saved from trampling by a group of scuffling boys by a young girl named Fonzie McElroy.   Turned out the Slug was no other than Prince Rehebal, of some distant planet that was left behind on an exploratory visit to Earth.   To fast-forward the…

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10 thoughts on “From Doorstep fiction writing— to unfinished dissertation

    1. I haven’t written any bio info for a long time, thought I might dig it out. my kids all write well, grands too, and the greats are coming along. A lot of artists, but they got that somewhere else.

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