Stories
THE HOMESTEAD IN THE SHADOW OF STRONGHOLD. Installment Three
Note: Here is chapter three of a rough draft of my first children’s story. Check the archives for the first two chapters. It looks like Homestead In The Shadow of Stronghold is going to be about seven chapters.
THE HOMESTEAD IN THE SHADOW OF STRONGHOLD. Installment Two
Thanks to all who tossed in their advice on the first chapter of the first draft of my first “kid’s story”. Keep the advice coming!
For a look at Installment One, go to archives, January 2007.
THE HOMESTEAD IN THE SHADOW OF STRONGHOLD. Installment One
I have been challenged by a Wild Idea customer to “write a children’s story with buffalo, why don’t you?” Well, I’ve never done that but I’ve always wanted to try. It might take me a few months but here is the first part of a first draft of a first children’s story.” I am looking for advice.
It Doesn't Look Much Like Christmas
It doesn’t look much like Christmas here on the Cheyenne River, but you can feel it gathering beyond the northern horizon. The landscape is brown and cold. Below zero this morning, but sunny.
I Began Writing
I began writing this monthly musing about Sir Nicholas Stern’s report on the economic impact of global warming but I couldn’t do it. The subject, and the report, is just too hard.
My Best Argument
Perhaps my best argument against the theory of Intelligent Design is the indisputable fact that the vast majority of the good things to do in life happen in the same month. I’m talking about October and more specifically, October on the Great Plains.
In the Mid-Ninetieth Century
In the mid-ninetieth century the word spread around the world that the United States of America was about to begin a project that would alter the future of that new country, North America, and the world beyond.
The First Thing I Saw
The first thing I saw when I pulled into Tuttle, North Dakota was a corner gas station that looked like it could have been the model for a Norman Rockwell painting.
I Was Asked to Speak
I was asked to speak to a local church on Easter Sunday concerning the joys of living on the Great Plains. There are a couple problems with this request: first, I have never been a big celebrator of Easter and second, putting one’s finger on the joys of living on the Great Plains is a difficult job.
