Weekend Coffee Share 8/5/18


If we were having coffee together today, I’d tell you that I had the funniest thing happen concerning my writing this week. One of the students in my creative writing class stopped to talk with me after our recent class and told me that he had just finished reading one of my novels. He said he had enjoyed it, but he had discovered a discrepancy that he thought I’d want to know about.

He referred me to the scenes in question and explained that in an early scene I had mentioned a bathroom not having a window at all (something important to the plot), and then in a much later scene I had referred to the size of the “bathroom window.” My mouth fell open as I listened to him, and my response was what you might expect: “You’re kidding!!!”  And then, of course, I thanked him for telling me and told him I’d check it out immediately.

Well, sure enough, folks. He was right. Not only did I say there was no bathroom window in one scene, but later, in two different scenes, I mentioned there being a bathroom window. So … unless I want to bring in a construction company and allow them to remodel the house as part of the plot, I need to rewrite my description of that bathroom.

Now, the funny part is this: I had written the first four chapters of that book a few years ago and had gotten bogged down with it and just put it on a shelf. Last year I decided I really wanted to finish it, so I promised my website readers that I would post the story one chapter a day on my site in order to force myself to finish the story in a timely fashion. So people from all over the world read that story, one chapter at a time, and commented on it. A few got very involved with it. And of course, the book had two different editing sessions before it went into publication as a complete work. Yet not one person noticed that a bathroom window had suddenly appeared in a bathroom that had no window.

I told my student that he is the only living human being who caught that mistake. I also suggested that maybe he should get a job as a proofreader.  🙂  But I’m so glad he didn’t hold back, afraid to tell me about the mistake — particularly since I was his writing teacher. There are some people who probably would have been hesitant to say anything. And I’m glad that I no longer publish that book with the original publisher, but I currently have it published through a self-publishing platform with Amazon. So that means I can get into the system, correct my mistake, and make sure only the corrected text gets published from now on.

The whole episode was a tad embarrassing, but it was also a great teaching tool, in that it serves to re-emphasize the truth that editing and re-writing are, without question, the most important part of writing any book.

Hope you’ve enjoyed our coffee time. Would anyone like a refill? I think I could use another cup. I have some rewriting to do …

Thanks to Eclectic Ali for hosting our coffee share.








I was talking recently with a good friend, a very talented artist, who also has a love for unique literature and for writing. Having spent a lot of time in Japan, he has an immense appreciation for that country’s culture and it’s literature. He’s currently working on a book of poetry in Japanese — poems with unique subject matter and perspectives on elements of the world and life. One of the things he’s experimenting with is being able to express color in words only — so that someone who’s never seen the color can get a true sense of what it is. He asked me if I had any ideas or concepts concerning the color red that might be worked into such a piece.

I shared with him that I had actually written a short piece like that a few years ago about the color green. And the idea of doing the same thing for other colors was intriguing. So I left the conversation with his asking me to think about the color and pass on any concepts that came to me in case they provided something more he might incorporate into his work.

Well, a challenge like that is just too much to withstand, so I found my mind delving into the subject repeatedly over the next 12 hours. And, sure enough, I came up with my personal version of describing the color red in words only. I shared it with him, of course, with permission to use any of the ideas or concepts he thought would be helpful. But then I decided that my followers here and on my poetry site might enjoy it as well.

And, no worries: my sharing it here won’t step on his toes where his own work is concerned. Because the only thing he’s considering using are some of the concepts I’ve shared,  not the poem itself. And, of course, since his book of poems is being written in Japanese, my English poem won’t interfere with the effect of his finished work in the least. So here’s my interpretation of that wonderful, unique color.


Red is fire and passion.
It lives; it shouts; it takes possession
Of every scene in which it plays a part.
It is the exclamation mark of life.

It speaks of blood that flows throughout our veins.
It speaks of hate that steals away that blood.
It speaks of love that overcomes all hate.

It’s energy unleashed:
Invigorating, stimulating, titillating, aggravating.

Bold, emphatic, quite dramatic;
Life-inspiring, soul-empowering:




Coffee Makes the World Go Round … Well, At Least It Makes This Blog Go Round


It just came to my attention today that I have done 43 separate posts on the subject of coffee — not counting a story or two set in a coffee shop , posts about my favorite foods, or my “weekend coffee share” posts. Wow.  I guess I appreciate coffee. But then, that makes sense. Coffee is soothing, satisfying, comforting, energizing, and beneficial to health (according to some medical research I’ve read about.)

So, have a cup on me today — and make it a great day!

P. S.  If you’re interested in reading the coffee posts, you’ll find them by clicking on the two ‘coffee’ categories in the menu on the left side of the page.





Friday Funnies – 7/20/18

Running late this week, but I’m posting my Friday Funnies anyway. Don’t forget: if you want to share your own “Friday Funnies” just leave the link in the “Comments” section below.

POT ROAST -- zrenate -- PX

A man walked into the kitchen as his new bride Jenny was preparing a pot roast. He watched as she cut off a small part of one end of the roast and then proceeded to place the rest into the pot. There was plenty of space left in the pot, and he assumed she’d put the other piece in as well, but she did not. She put the lid on and proceeded with the cooking.

“Honey, I noticed that you cut off the smaller end off the roast before you put it in the pot. Why is that?”

His wife looked at him for a minute, trying to assimilate what he had asked. A questioning look came into her eyes, and she answered. “Well, I don’t know. I guess it’s because that’s the way Momma always did it, and she’s the one who taught me how to cook. So I figured that was what we needed to do.”

“Well, why did she cut off the end?” her husband asked.

“I don’t exactly know,” she answered. “I think I’ll call Momma and ask her.”

A few minutes later, on the telephone, the young wife addressed her mother. “Momma, I was fixin’ a roast today, and cut off the end the way we always have, and Randall came into the kitchen about that time. He asked me why I cut off the end of the roast. I told him that’s the way you always did it, and that’s the only way I know to make a roast. But then he asked me why you did it that way, and I didn’t know. So … why did you always cut off the end?”

“Well, Honey, I did it because that’s the way your grandmama always did it when she was teachin’ me to cook.”

“Well, why did she do it?”

“I’ll be darned if I know,” her mother answered. “I think I’ll call her and ask her.”

A few minutes later, Jenny’s mother spoke with her own mother. “Mama, I was just talkin’ to Jenny,  and she said Randall asked her why she cut the end off a roast before she put it in the pot. She said she did it because I always did that, and she asked me why I did it. Well, of course, I explained that I did it because that’s what you always did, but I’d  never asked you why. So, now my curiosity’s got the better of me. Why did you always cut off the end of the roast?”

“Why, Honey, I cut it off because we only had one pot, and it was too little to hold the whole roast at one time.”

🙂     🙂     🙂

photo courtesy of zrenate @


Friday Funnies 7/9/18

I shared this one previously several years ago, but I still think it’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard — all thanks to Groucho Marx.


Outside of a dog, books are man’s best friend.
Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.


🙂   🙂   🙂

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Share Your World -7/9/18

To participate in Cee’s ‘Share Your World’ visit her site.




Question # 1: What would you name the autobiography of your life?



Question # 2:  Which do you prefer: sweet, salty, or buttery?

What do you mean ‘WHICH??????’  I prefer all three — and sometimes all at the same time.  And don’t forget coffee to go along with all of it.


Question # 3:  What’s the finest education?

Knowing God:  “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.”  Proverbs 9:10.


Question # 4:  What did you appreciate or what made you smile this week?

I appreciated the great food my cousin brought me. She loves to grill, and I never grill, but I do love grilled food. So she brought me pork steak, polish sausages, and hot dogs — plus dessert. That’s a lot to smile about — and be grateful for.  🙂




Weekend Coffee Share – 7/7/18


If we were having coffee today, I’d most likely tell you about my creative writing class that got underway last week at the local college. It definitely got off to a robust beginning and then continued to make records for the most unusual writing class I’ve ever taught.

The first class met June 28, and about half-way through the class, the students’ phones began going off with a weather warning signal. The report said a tornado was headed our way and we needed to “take cover now!”  Since it was the first class of that term, and my classes last year had not been in that particular building, I did not remember exactly where the “safe” rooms were, so I had to hunt for the building map. I found it in the tray of the whiteboard, and immediately located the closest “safe” room for students to move to. My students weren’t actually frightened or panicked, but since one whole wall of our classroom is glass, they did want to get out of that room.

Well, when I tried to open the door to the “safe” room, it was locked. So I told the students I’d check the alternate rooms listed on the map, but then, suddenly — as if out of nowhere — one of the main custodians appeared with a key. However, as he opened the room, he also told me that a different room on the other end of the hall was actually safer, so I directed my students there instead. One woman’s husband was sitting in a lounge area reading while he waited for her.  So the custodian went to get him and have him join us in the “safe” room.  I was praying, of course, but I did feel responsible for making sure my students were as safe as possible.

Before we got to the safe room, some of the students stopped to look out one of the windows. It was pretty black outside — even though it’s normally still quite light at that time — and as they were looking, suddenly the wind took down a tree. We learned that another tree on the campus was also uprooted as well, but we didn’t see that one.

With class interrupted, we just sort of sat and conversed about other topics for a while, and two students kept tabs on the weather updates. One of them read a report that a local Kroger store had taken all their customers into their meat locker for safety. One of the students commented that if her daughter had been in that position, it would have been like a nightmare because the daughter is a vegetarian.

Everyone was pretty upbeat during the waiting time, and after a while, they decided they’d like to go ahead and continue the lesson. So I went back down to our original room and got all my teaching material so we could have the lesson while we waited. There was no whiteboard, but I was able to give them some of the material without it. When the warning time had expired,  with our building still in one piece, we packed up our stuff and moved back down to our regular room and continued our class, no worse for the wear.

One of the students had ridden a motorcycle to the class. So he had about a 20-mile ride home in the rain after we let out. But the winds had died down, and the warnings had expired at least. He had come prepared, though. He had brought along a rain suit, so I guess he’s been caught in that kind of situation before. He made it home okay and was in good shape to come back this week.

Now, to this week’s chapter: When I got to the classroom Thursday, two of my students were standing outside the building — in 100-degree heat. As I stepped from my car, I yelled to them and asked if the door was locked. They said it was. So I got back into my car and drove over to the security and maintenance building. I couldn’t get anyone to answer my pounding on the door at the security office. I couldn’t get into the maintenance office, and I even stopped at a shop area where they were welding to ask for assistance. They just sent me back to the security office, but that second time, an officer FINALLY came to the door.

Evidently, because our class was meeting the day after the 4th of July, we were one of only a few classes that were meeting that day. I guess several of the others had dismissed for the rest of the week, and the officer said his list of buildings that were supposed to be open for classes did not include the one we were trying to get into. However, he drove over and opened the building for us. It was a little strange to be the only class meeting in that great big building, but at least all was quiet weather-wise, and we had no interruptions.

All in all, I’d say this term’s writing class has been less that boring. And if nothing else, maybe it will give students something to write about. However, I do hope next week is TOTALLY ordinary.

Have a great week, everyone!

Thanks to Eclectic Ali for hosting our weekend coffee share.




Friday Funnies – 7/6/18

I don’t know who to give credit to for this joke, because I came across it in a collection of hillbilly jokes from multiple sources. I’ve told it so many times, but it is still laugh-out-loud funny even now as I write this post. Hope it lightens and brightens you day. If you’d like to take part in “Friday Funnies,”  just post your own “funny” on your blog and give us the link in the ‘Comments’ section on this post. Yours can be a joke, story, poem, or picture.

LADY IN BATHTwo hillbillies were walking down the street and they met a local nun coming down the sidewalk toward them. Her arm was in a cast, so they stopped to inquire about her.

“Sister, we’re sorry to see you’re in a cast. What on earth happened to your arm?”

“Oh, it’s the silliest thing,” she said. “I fell in the bathtub the other day.”

“Oh my. Does it hurt you much?”

“No, it’s much better now, and I should be able to remove the cast in a few weeks.”

“Well, that’s good news. You take care of yourself, now,” they said and resumed their journey down the sidewalk. When they were out of the nun’s hearing, one of the hillbillies asked his friend. 

“Did you hear what she said happened?”

“Yeah, she said she fell in the bathtub.”

“What’s a bathtub anyway?”

“Heck, I don’t know. I’m not Catholic.”