Free Fiction Friday: (Running The Wrong Way)

Free Fiction Friday: (Running The Wrong Way)

Below is an excerpt from an upcoming E-book about the KRAP League. Fans of the book Kansaska have asked for more about the league itself and I’ve done countless hours of research into the history of league where for one season, the baserunners ran in the opposite direction. Of course, you won’t find the history of this league in the Baseball Hall of Fame library. Or any library for that matter. But you can download the ebook for free when it’s finished. If you want to know when it’s available, click here to sign up for my newsletter.

The Original Six

Americans have been playing baseball in some form since 1839. They have been paying money to watch since 1880’s. Since that time, a hierarchy evolved that distinguished the best of the best from the not-so-great. Those good enough to be paid for their talents played in the major leagues, AAA, AA, and all the way down to A. Those that didn’t make the cut could still get paid to play the game. From the late 1800’s through the 1950’s, semi-pro leagues sprung up all across the country. Americans couldn’t get enough baseball and since there were fewer Major League teams and no television to watch them, semi-pro teams gave people their baseball fix. 

Somedays, Writing is Like Taking A Michigan Left

Somedays, Writing is Like Taking A Michigan Left

Recently our city decided to install a Michigan Left Turn intersection at 96th Street and Allisonville Road. This is an intersection that has a lot of traffic and somebody that I suspect consumed a lot of grain alcohol decided the best way to address it was with this peculiar driving experience. If you have not encountered a Michigan Left, let me describe it for you.

You come upon an intersection where you want to make a left turn. Your instinct will be to actually go left. This would be wrong. You instead must turn right. After turning right, you must get in the left lane and proceed to another stop light. Once there, you’re grumbling about the stupidity of this method of traffic management and you wait for the light to turn green. Once it is green, you make a U-turn and now you’re headed in the direction you want to go. However, there’s a good chance you will have to stop at the original intersection one more time.

So, let’s sum it up. What once took one light and one turn now takes 3 lights, one turn, plus a u-turn. And people from Michigan actually want to attach their name to this nonsense?

Sometimes writing is like that. You come to an intersection in the plot and you want to go left. But, the characters, or the setting, or the muse*** tells you to go all sorts of places in order to get where you want to go.

That’s why it takes so long to write a book sometimes. Sometimes you get stuck in a literary Michigan Left. I’m happy to report I’m out of the the figurative and literal Michigan Left. Look for some free fiction in tomorrow’s post.

Carry on, Citizens!

***About the concept of the muse. Many writer’s believe in a muse that gives inspiration, creativity, ideas, and whatnot. I do not believe in the muse. I do, however, have a wooden elephant from Thailand named Sid. Sid often tells me to kill characters he doesn’t like. I also have a variety of bobblehead dolls in my office that routinely shout out advice or criticism. Reggie Wayne bobblehead is constantly pressuring me to write a football book. And the Indianapolis Indians mascot Rowdie bobblehead is always pushing for steamy love scenes. And finally, I always know when it’s time to quit for the day, because my dog Gizmo will actually shut my laptop screen when he’s had enough. It’s a great place to work.

Tweeting in the Hereafter

Tweeting in the Hereafter

Today I saw a retweet of a message from Michael Jackson. “How could this be,” I thought. “Hasn’t Michael Jackson been dead for a while?”

It seems that Michael has been filling eternity by engaging his living fans on social media. Michael died on June 25, 2009. According to Twitter, he joined their social media platform a month later. I guess he still had more to say to the world and he felt 140 characters at a time was the best way to communicate from beyond the grave.

One thing that did make me feel better about the whole thing is that I noticed he isn’t following a single person back. If a dead guy is following you back on Twitter, that’s digital haunting. You would probably need the services of a Social Media Exorcist —assuming that’s a thing. If it isn’t a thing, it better be real soon because it seems a lot of dead people are tweeting these days.

When I die, I don’t want to tweet anymore. So, I’ve composed my final tweet, to be posted on my behalf as soon as I’m dead:

“Dear Citizens, I’m dead. See, I told you I was sick. Give me a Viking funeral and unfollow me. Carry, On.”

Administrative Assistant In Carmel Office Complex Goes Braless

Administrative Assistant In Carmel Office Complex Goes Braless

Well, she really didn’t, but Kim Kardashian did. And I suppose there are people who are sitting at home just hanging on to see if Kim wore a dress today and what underwear she did or did not wear or if she and Kanye eat biscuits shaped like dolphins.

There is an entire industry of magazines that will deliver this type of silly… I mean critical information to the public and an army of photographers out there capturing the proof.  I say, enough is enough. Why can’t their be headlines about the fashion and dating choices everyday people make? (I suppose Facebook does that for us, but you only get to see the stupid stuff your friends do.)