An excerpt from Robert Franklin Kincaide’s New York Times Best Seller, Living Life – The Great Adventure
It was just one of those One in a Million occurrences that happen when you least expect them, or in this case never expected at all. – Robert F. Kincaide
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If I were on a Cooking Show the Story Title (daily prompt) would be my Secret Ingredient. The genre would be my choice for flavor profile.
Flavor Profile (Genre): Western
Stories are back.
Reminder: these are from a writing program called Round Robin. Some RR’s are three weeks long and some are six. I have to write a short story every day based on a “prompt” I get from my teacher. The rule is to set the timer for twelve minutes and start writing, and stop when the timer goes off. I can do some research beforehand, and do some editing and polishing up afterwards, I just can’t make the story any longer.
I decided early on that I would treat the daily prompts like a “secret ingredient” on a cooking show. I have to come up with something tasty with whatever the teacher gives me. To come up with a “flavor profile” I choose a different literary genre. I love the variety, like trying out a new language. With some of the stories I really like the characters and the setting and the pace, so I’ll re-visit the storyline and keep it going.
Below is my attempt at Noir, or Hardboiled Detective. Four chapters so far. The titles are the daily prompts.
If you really want it to be fun, play the Noir jazz tunes at the end of this post while you’re reading. Continue reading
Day 16,285 of Writer’s block and counting the little tiny tiles on the bathroom floor ….
My Facebook news feed has convinced me …there are people dimmer than a one watt bulb out there, posting nonsense on Facebook, the likes of which have not been seen since Ralph Nader’s followers destroyed the Chevrolet Corvair with lies, stupidity, and false facts. Not since a vast number of people declared Classic Rock as the end all and be all of Musical Accomplishment. …and not since P Puff Diddy Daddy and Kanye West have become wealthy because of …well …damned if I know. So I have decided to share some ‘News’ and “Important Information” here for those of you who embrace the continued ‘belief’ that Hillary is Evil, Trump is Human, and Mitch McConnell is more than a varicose-veined, liver-spotted sack of rotting meat ….
Then again, I may just be in a REALLY REALLY REALLY Bad Mood.
Mick Fire is a flaming, insalubrious has-been rock photographer. When albums were king, he was the toast of the town. Then, he was just toast. With the coming of CD’s, his career sank quicker than a Pakistani ferryboat. His fairytale life consists of a long suffering daughter, a 23 year old girlfriend, an ex-wife, an agent who hates him, a room-temperature refrigerator and a dead ferret. Then one day, as Mick is wallowing at the bottom of his self-made shit well, someone lowers him a bucket. A job! A job that could put him back on top. And that’s when his troubles begin.
Mick Fire is a flaming, insalubrious has-been rock photographer. When albums were king, he was the toast of the town. Then, he was just toast. With the coming of CD’s, his career sank quicker than a Pakistani ferryboat. His fairytale life consists of a long suffering daughter, a 23 year old girlfriend, an ex-wife, an agent who hates him, a room-temperature refrigerator and a dead ferret. Then one day, as Mick is wallowing at the bottom of his self-made shit well, someone lowers him a bucket. A job! A job that could put him back on top. And that’s when his troubles begin.
Mick Fire is a flaming, insalubrious has-been rock photographer. When albums were king, he was the toast of the town. Then, he was just toast. With the coming of CD’s, his career sank quicker than a Pakistani ferryboat. His fairytale life consists of a long suffering daughter, a 23 year old girlfriend, an ex-wife, an agent who hates him, a room-temperature refrigerator and a dead ferret. Then one day, as Mick is wallowing at the bottom of his self-made shit well, someone lowers him a bucket. A job! A job that could put him back on top. And that’s when his troubles begin.
Mick Fire is a flaming, insalubrious has-been rock photographer. When albums were king, he was the toast of the town. Then, he was just toast. With the coming of CD’s, his career sank quicker than a Pakistani ferryboat. His fairytale life consists of a long suffering daughter, a 23 year old girlfriend, an ex-wife, an agent who hates him, a room-temperature refrigerator and a dead ferret. Then one day, as Mick is wallowing at the bottom of his self-made shit well, someone lowers him a bucket. A job! A job that could put him back on top. And that’s when his troubles begin.
Mick Fire is a flaming, insalubrious has-been rock photographer. When albums were king, he was the toast of the town. Then, he was just toast. With the coming of CD’s, his career sank quicker than a Pakistani ferryboat. His fairytale life consists of a long suffering daughter, a 23 year old girlfriend, an ex-wife, an agent who hates him, a room-temperature refrigerator and a dead ferret. Then one day, as Mick is wallowing at the bottom of his self-made shit well, someone lowers him a bucket. A job! A job that could put him back on top. And that’s when his troubles begin.
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