By: Slug Latimer


My goal is to write a short story, start to finish, today, right now.  I see it, taste it, smell it, hear it, can almost touch it!  It’s my first one, but it’ll be a killer!  After devoting two solid hours of research and study yesterday, I deserve it.

At hand are my “writer’s necessaries”: green-maroon-gray argyles footed into unraveling moccasins, lucky gray, classically coffee-stained, sagging sweat pants.  Lensless horn-rimmed glasses perch on forehead ready to gaze at the old oak tree where the bluebird sings. At arm’s length, a 1948 dog-eared edition of “26 Hot Licks For Budding Short Story Writers”, directly from the Monkey Wards mail-order catalog of that era.  And, a brand-new replacement ribbon for the typewriter.

An unmistakable go signal of tremors excites both of my typist forefingers, effortlessly spawned by overdoses of day-old “Fishin’ In The Dark,” coal-colored, campfire coffee (ah, the aroma!).

Finally, for the indefinite future, mental abandonment of all domestic responsibilities. Sock drawer is orderly… reds/red, blues/blue, puces/puce – salt and pepper shakers are full, telephone unplugged! No schedule for eating, showering, changing clothes, all timepiece’s removed.  An exception made for mouthwash – just something about that.

Inspiration came from two short stories entitled, “Green Slivers In The Sands Of Love” and “Strawberry Sprite Murders”, both bottom shelf bargains from the used bookstore. They’re so well-crafted I’ll use them for reference. The tales prove short story writing and publication is simple, quick, and successful.  Won’t be a challenge for me!

Okay, ready to write my blockbuster short story – bang it out in less than twenty-four hours!  Tally ho!  Bravo!

Poised to type. Poised. Title… now?  It should read… Hmmm.  I’ll skip to the first word.  It is… Hmmm.

Uhhh, pause.  Mission delayed while I ponder.  Some non-essential aspects about short story writing aren’t clear in “26 Hot Licks” nor the short stories. Minor hiccups, I’m sure.  Fortunately, the story remains in my head.  With some guidance, I plan to work it all out “up there” before it’s committed to paper.

My momentary confusion includes: characters, point-of-view, timeline, plot, – the little stuff.

Characters: Currently, all twenty-eight characters fit, but only three of the bald women and a one-eared man seems memorable, nine others are not yet born, and of the fourteen heroes/heroines only one doesn’t have a car financed. Three have mustaches, sex not yet determined, so clothing is an issue. A few things here need sorting.

The point of view: sixteen points of view – must select one, four, or more!  Point of view phrase is misleading – try it… point, then follow that line of sight to the view.  Hah!  I’ve had no success experimenting with that logic!  Now we’re talking serious bafflement, which is several miles beyond confused!

Timeline: timely alignment of centuries, era’s, years, months, dates, days, hours, and minutes seems grossly tedious, complicated. Confusion rampant here, but, it’s only grade school numbers 0-9, must be workable.

Plot: nine ideas to coalesce.  But, yeah… I have parts of that done – the hyena and 1927 Buick, the 400-grit sandpaper, ballet slippers, and toxic waste. Superior dynamics of remaining five ideas will suck them in somewhere, sometime, but the fuzzy edges are disorienting.

I’ve yet to mention a final puzzler: the first word of a story, the start – the “begins here” keyword.  It must be compelling (so they say), crowd the starting gate, cock the gun naked, spittle the lips, bleed. Easy to say, but difficult to intuit!  Given time (some other time) I could, would, should, will, discover a firecracker whiz-banker first word!  Considered: “Splat”, “Eek”, “Buttonless” or, “Pffft”!

To clear the smoke, I’ll commit to additional study for a couple of hours. Following that, I’ll forge a juggernaut short story written like this: who, what, why, where, and when. The End. Yeah!

Meanwhile, a diversion from writing seems wise, something that won’t produce a headache.  Good thing I can still play the piano, I’ll work up a boogie-woogie arrangement for “Mary Had A Little Lamb”.


Bio: Slug Latimer

My bride and I are both Colorado natives, married since 1965.  We are blessed with two lovely daughters.  I retired from railroading in the Rocky Mountains after thirty-six years, but also had numerous short-term job experiences since 1963.

Creative since childhood, I’ve explored a variety of artistic avenues, however, playing piano and guitar has been constant.  Now, after a continuous round of pleasure for seventy-five years, I find satisfaction with writing.  Silly, off the wall humor that elicits laughter is easy writing for me at the moment, but I do have some “heavies’ simmering over the campfire.


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    • Hi, Lydia. Very glad that it resonated in various ways with you. Thanks for reading and the comment.

  1. It is like you are looking my window…except I don’t wear sweat pants…my writing clothes are polka dot pjs. Great piece that all writers can certainly relate to.

    • Hi, Michelle. Lucky you…Slug can’t see in your window without wearing his lensless horn-rims, which he never actually uses. Just a prop, they are!
      I suspect writing affectations come in forms that even Slug can’t imagine.
      Thank you for the positive comment.

    • Hi, Rick. So gratifying to know that the humor was successful. Yeah…that Slug – he has a peculiar way of doing things!

      Thank you for the positive comment – much appreciated.

  2. Another delightfully witty and funny post, Slug! I found myself laughing right through – because all good humor I believe has a bit of truth in it. But yours!?? It was full of readily identifiable and transferable truths. For me, I a cup
    of my favorite tea and snack, dust off my my glass bunnies, straighten my inspirational books and father all of my digital devices to get ready to write. However, I don’t check the sock drawer, I check the pantry – to make sure I have all the ingredients organized to fix something for dinner – if I get around to it 🙂
    Oh and change the ribbon on the typewriter??
    That’s a gem of a sentence!
    And yes, of course – the title and first word –
    You can always come back to that later after you have figured out all the other stuff – no worries!
    Loved it!!

    • Hi, Terry. Your comments are always delightful, and…greatly appreciated. I’ve noticed that you read the piece thoroughly and relate to details – a wonderful attribute.

      Happy to hear your laughter!

    • Hi, Jayne. Thanks for sending a four-leaf clover and rabbit’s foot – obviously, Slug is going to need all the luck he can get. Feeling the vibrations now…

      Your comment is appreciated.

  3. Slug, I enjoy your humor, I very much do. As I read your story, my toe starts tapping on the floor. Before ya know it! I’m up dancing the watusi. Not sure why? Just felt like it. 😋
    Anyway, writing is hard to do. Sorting your thoughts a challenge too. Thank you for the humor, with out my daily doze, I’m nothing.

    • Hi, Mandy. Pleased to read that it was enjoyable! Thank you for reading and commenting.

  4. Hi, Slug. Once again, you’ve captured the true writer’s life. All those characters, racing around in our heads, spouting great dialogue, witty comebacks, and sage advice. Why is so hard to translate the words sometimes?

    I hope that if you find the answer, you’ll share it?

    • Hi, Marilyn. Oh, yeah…this writing thing is just one continuous round of pleasure! Being a newbie, I revised this simple little piece so many times that some of the words actually de-materialized – were never found again!

      Answers? Well, if I were still age eighteen, I’d have ’em all! Questions? At my age I’ve passed that barrier, now, I just wonder – all the time!

      Thank you for the astute comment.

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