Just a Note of Thanks

Posted: January 19, 2015 in Non-Fiction
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Hi! First, thank you for visiting my WordPress page. Most of the posts are mine and once in while, if I feel compelled, I post a link to something I found interesting.

The purpose of this post is to inform you, the reader, that these stories are in the “raw” and for the most part not ready for publication as they need additional editing. I believe they are entertaining and if your interest or imagination has been captured then, they have succeeded in their task.

I am currently working on a paranormal murder mystery. Some might say it is more fantasy, but it does have ghosts, witches, and brings the world of Fae into play. The working title is “Bob.”

Like many who write today, I have a full time job and along with my family, includes pets (vicious wiener schnitzels and a cat named DaVinci), I have to find time to write. “Bob” is taking up all my found writing time. He is a relentless character and seems to be very needy. But, if I was a passive- aggressive medium-clairvoyaint, five foot four inches short, and one hundred and eighty five pounds with just enough separation between my head and my shoulders to claim I have a neck, then maybe I too would be a bit needy.

If you like any of my stores please check “like” or if you want to leave constructive criticism please do so. Self-editing is a difficult thing to do and even established and famous authors use an editor. Alas, I am neither at this moment and rely on friends, family, and the Clearwater Writers Group to give it a once (or several times) over.

So carry on to the good stuff and please leave a mark letting me know what you enjoyed or what you didn’t. Oh, and if you like flash fiction “The Final Flush” is one of my favorite stories. That’s DaVinci in the picture!

Regards,

RR Lippincott

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You Never Forget

Posted: March 25, 2016 in Fiction

He threw a leg over the frame and let himself settle on the bicycle’s saddle. He stood on his left leg, letting the bike lean a little as his right foot found it’s pedal. His heart raced as he pushed off. The first pedal stroke gained momentum and speed helping to create a sense of balance. A true recrudescence of an almost forgotten pastime from his youth. He continued to pedal and remembered what it was like to almost fly.

The Roll

Posted: March 10, 2016 in Fiction

The dice felt cool in his hand. Everything in his world, including his life, rested on this stochastic roll. He wrapped his fist around the dotted cubes and shook. The clacking sound only hightened the tension around the table. He stopped the rattle and brought his fist to his mouth and blew his hot breath, for luck, into his hand. In a sweeping motion, his arm came down and his cocked wrist let chance fly.

The Gunslinger

Posted: March 8, 2016 in Fiction

A vituperative man, Harold took out his life’s frustrations on anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path. The day he died no one seemed surprised. The gunslinger had met his match. His reward, a bullet to the heart. An old timer who knew him, remarked during the celebration in the saloon, “Old Harold’s gone to hell! Now the Devil has his hand’s full!”

Woodworking – Building a Workbench

Posted: September 27, 2015 in Fiction

Since purchasing a house and moving in a couple of years ago, I’ve been meaning to build a workbench. I’m getting close to retirement age (crap, whom am I kidding, there is no retirement) and need a place to putter. My wife already stated that my retirement will “not” include staying in the house all day while she’s at work. She doesn’t want to come home to a mess she says. Okay, I’ll give her that one, I am a messy guy.

Back to the work bench, well, not quite. You see we still haven’t unpacked from our move. Most of our stuff is still in boxes from the move, a couple of years ago. I heard that, a collective “really” from each and every reader out there in the blog-o-sphere. However, you are all correct.

I got to thinking (this always gets me in trouble) that I need to unpack my many books and put them on shelves in the Man-Cave. That would clean the garage up, in fact, it would put quite a dent in the used-up space. Yea, perfect, except that I don’t have shelves in the Man-Cave. So I looked around on the internet for making a simple type of shelf design. Something easy and I found the solution–a French Cleat system.

Brilliant! No! I don’t have any tools.

So off to eBay I went to buy some woodworking tools. eBay?  Let me say that most tools you buy at Lowes or HomeDeport are throw away. Which means they will last for a time but once they become dull they are difficult to resharpen or put back to like new condition. I ended up purchasing a few hand saws, a hand plane or two, and something called woodworking layout tools.

I had to do a bit of work on them, clean up rust and sharpen blades or teeth but it was a rewarding experience.

So we have tools, they are now in workable condition, and we know what we want to build and how to build it.

Now, if I only had a work bench!

The Last Time

Posted: September 12, 2015 in Fiction

The last time I saw Chuck Smedly occured in 1973 just after he went off to college in Fort Collins, Colorado. We both had graduated from Denver area high schools and I decided that venturing out into the world, for the next year, might serve me better than jumping back into a classroom.

I got a call that he wanted me to visit so I went, shaved head and all. Yea, I shaved my head. I’d decided that my normal hippie length hair didn’t give me the high-fashion look that I wanted to project. I remember driving over to meet my friend and spent the day surveying the campus. Dressed in my best bell-bottom jeans and far-out t-shirt, I was asked numerous times about my profession and religious preferences.

“Are you a Hare Krishna?” Several people asked.

“Semper Fi!” A few of the on-campus meat-heads called out.

Chuck never seemed embarrassed about my appearance and we had a great visit. It turned out that would we not connect again until the dawning and growth of the digital age.

I’m sure many of you have used various apps to search out old friends from college or high school at one time or another. Let’s Facebook it, there are many ways to connect today: LinkedIn, Facebook(yea, I used it twice in the same sentence—so what), Twitter and that annoying site Classmates.com just to name a few of the better known applications. The ability to connect with those lives that have touched ours has never been easier provided you have some technical savvy.

I’ve managed to reconnect with several people that I have searched for, on and off for several years, because of my own internet presence and it has been a fantastic long distance reunion with each one. It made me realize that our connection went both ways; I touched their lives too!

So it came to my attention a few weeks ago, that I got a new email in my LinkedIn inbox. For those not in the know, LinkedIn is like Facebook but geared towards business and business connections. I took a few minutes out of my workday to check and see what amazing new job offer I would find from one of my contacts but, to my surprise, the note came from my high school buddy—Chuck Smedly. Yep, forty-two years later we reconnected. How awesome is that?

It appears we’ve both rounded out a bit, my hair grew back (most of it any way), and we both have fifty shades of grey (no, not that awful book) marking our once youthful locks. I sent back a note telling him I’d be traveling to Greeley, Colorado in October and asked if he had time to get together. We’ll see if it works out.

We all know the lives that have touched each of us. However, never underestimate the lives that you have touched, it might just surprise you. I know, I’m surprised constantly.

Bob: Novel Update

Posted: June 28, 2015 in Fiction

This spring my wife decided that we should paint the outside of the house. “Sure,” I said. Colors picked out, rollers and supplies purchased, and time set aside for the project. I mean, how long could it take me to paint four outside walls–really? I discovered that painting around vegetation is a real pain. Not only does the shrubbery pose a challenge, so does the Florida summer heat. It exhausts me in just a couple of hours. Maybe it’s because I sit behind a desk five days a week while trying to squeeze in writing time or because I am hitting an age milestone this year. Regardless, the facts remain clear, I have only been able to write on a part-time basis.

Today I am working on Bob. I checked my word count which caused me to raise an eyebrow (a furry Einstein type), I had Forty-two thousand words. Halfway!

But there is so much more to write. My reluctant hero has come in to his own but he still has a long way to go to save this planet. Bob is such a common name but the character’s anything but. Hey, when you’re five foot four inches and one hundred and eighty five pounds with just enough separation between your head and your shoulders to claim you have neck and your nickname in school was The Blob (Yea, Bob the Blob), then being different goes with the territory.

I’ve managed to edit some of the early chapters with the help of a good writing friend. We had breakfast yesterday and he asked me how I would classify my story. I thought about the question while crunching a delicious piece of perfectly cooked bacon then responded that it’s a cross between Piers Anthony’s Xanth tales and J.K. Rowling’s, Harry Potter series. I continued to state that I included magic, witches, and Fae creatures along with a few puns and thought provoking Easter eggs for those who have a fast and free mind. He nodded his head in agreement. I thought it was in agreement to my genre classification but it may have been about the bacon.

I have to get back to writing the current chapter. Bob needs help, he seems to have a rag-tag team willing to move him to the next level.  He needs to learn control of…

Did I wet your reading appetite? I hope so. Barring any additional honey-do projects, I hope to have “Bob” completed by the end of this summer. If you have questions ask–one of the characters will get back to you.

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