Don’t be fooled by smallness. Little things are powerful. New story.
Category: Short Story
Raymond
A fictional, short story that country roads and rainy weather inspires. A quick read.
Bacon and Eggs
I woke up this morning thinking about eggs and my brother’s chickens and then well, you know how the mind works. It got going from there. Anyway, here’s a little remembering story. I hope you like it.
A Somewhat Magical Repose
Everyday
If you to a writer, you need to write everyday. The stories are there–in your imagination–waiting. If you don’t write, they slip away, never to be told.
This story came to me today, entitled: Everyday.
I hope you enjoy it.
Goodbye…a new short story
A new story came to mind yesterday. It’s fiction, so don’t anyone in the family get all out of sorts. You had to grow up in the 50’s and 60’s for this kind of thing to happen. Or do you?
http://glendakotchish.com/dir/index.php/stories/goodbye/
Fireflies
Last August, I published a story, “Fireflies”. But it was more than a story. I asked my friend, Chris Semtner about illustrating it—with enough images for an exhibit at Art Works. Chris began work on sketches, then paintings.
Then I asked Addie Barnhart to narrate and Keith Ramsey put the images and voice-overs together and created a film. On opening night at Art Works, the audience saw the paintings, the film and met the cast of characters that made all this possible. The paintings are available online.
The book is available on Amazon.
You can see the video on YouTube
Enjoy.
A New Story
I’m working a new story. In a way, it’s complete. But I think there is more to it then that which is on paper so far. I’m intrigued by this place where I live. After almost two years of being here, I’m only now discovering it’s secrets and magic. Here’s the opening line of my story
“Granddaughter, you are right. This place, home, feels magical. And it’s not just the memories of play tea parties on the patio with you, or the building of little sand castles here on the beach park. Let me tell you the real story, or a part of it anyway. Interested?”
“Well alright then.”
Once upon a time, this tiny patch of grass and sand, this small slice of shore, where these three rivers merge-
Morning Walk…Christmas 2017
A winter morning walk story. Click.
Snow
The house was so quiet yesterday when we lost power. No ticking of clocks. No hum of the frig. Everyone took a nap, waiting for the power to come back on. Here’s a story the day created. Click