Robin Hawke


Bearing
April 24, 2012, 5:40 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Phyllis bred feelings of good will. It was her honor. Until one afternoon, when charm fled and plastic smiles remained, then she asked for a raise not forthcoming.



Pangs
April 23, 2012, 6:50 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Enraged, beaten, Bethany withdrew a sum of money. Now who would keep it? Stocks wore flimsier dressing than a mattress.



May
April 22, 2012, 10:31 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Granite and gargoyles. Limestone and ivy. Graduation and roses.



Hornet
April 21, 2012, 11:37 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

The hornet, drunk or stupefied, walked the rim of the rain barrel. I didn’t understand why it walked around and around: a peculiarity. I filled another bucket and left it to its circling.



Association
April 20, 2012, 12:12 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Tina’s neighbors despaired. Tina grew dandelions and violets. Lovely blades of grass, the few, lacked the charm of carefree weeds.



Blame
April 19, 2012, 10:11 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

The study couldn’t be replicated. Gumby fingers pointed in every direction, even skyward. Half truths multiplied faster than cells.



A Flat Road
April 18, 2012, 11:18 AM
Filed under: Emotions, Life and Stuff, Quotations

Blogging has become my only (tenuous) link to writing. Every time I see the way clear to practice writing, something happens. I’m about to hit the road again: this road shows yield signs and unfamiliar intersections but little chance to drive the keyboard with steady rat tat tats.

To my faithful readers: It is hard to sound out how appreciative I am of your visits. I thought I’d be able to catch up with your blogs and your progress in the coming week. My world changed and I must navigate. I’ll drive myself to write the three sentence stories, knowing that grammar will slip off the page and word choices will be imprecise. Each story I manage will be my patch of tarmac. Temporary. Each is a promise to myself to stay on the write road. Thanks again for your support.

I’m hanging in there:

Chu says ‘…that because you proceed through a series of plateaus, so there’s like radical improvement up to a certain plateau and then what looks like a stall, on the plateau, with the only way to get off one of the plateaus and climb up to the next one up ahead is with a whole lot of frustrating mindless repetitive practice and patience and hanging in there.’

—from Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace