As They Like Selfies “What should I do?” Edwina said. She puzzlingly looked back over at me. “I think they just graduated from St. Pete College?” “I’m no good,” I said. I had sat on my favorite cushioned chair inside The Moon. I glanced back over at the young ladies. “I don’t speak their language.” “I don’t think they even know I’m here,” Edwina said. She covered her mouth with her left hand. “But they seem happy.” “Yeah, I’ve seen them all over St. Pete,” I said. I picked up my Continue Reading
A Year Inside The Moon – Chapter 7 – Bendy Straws
Bendy Straws “I’m sorry, Rob,” she said. I stood at the top of the stairs near the Moon’s guest greeter podium. She was a grinning redhead with pale skin, and she was curvy head to toe. “Christmas party inside, all booked up tonight, sorry.” “Oh, you know my name?” I said. I glanced at her; I stared inside the well-lit restaurant and over at the mahogany bar where I would have normally had a Guinness and comfort food. But there was a group of professionally dressed interlopers using the bar Continue Reading
A Year Inside The Moon – Chapter 4 – Halloween
Halloween “Who are you?” I asked. I sipped my Guinness beer. I set the half-full glass down on a white paper coaster. “I’m Rob.” “I’m David, you know, Biblical,“ he said. He wore a long sleeved, hooded brown tunic that covered his wide-shouldered, husky-frame; it draped him down to just above his leather sandals. “Thank God it’s a cool night, you know, this things rather warm. A bit moist, if you will.” “Whoa, buddy,” Jane said. She had walked over toward the Moon’s Snug section, a Continue Reading
The Moon Under Water – Chapter 6 – The Interpreter
(Remember, I’m sharing the unedited first drafts - I thought it might be fun to follow me create another novel.) ———————————————————————————————————— The Interpreter It was the first Tuesday after Thanksgiving, a transitional time when permanent Floridians take a deep breath to celebrate the end of hurricane season; and the real reason Florida lacks a state income tax, as the so called, snowbirds, had started to descend from the north for what the service-world had labeled, Continue Reading
A Year Inside The Moon – Chapter 5 – The Tinder Date
The Tinder Date A spindly blonde, wearing a brown suede skirt, and a frilly silk blouse cautiously walked into The Moon. She appeared middle-aged and sat on a wooden stool next to me near the bar’s center column. She looked at the side of my face, and she seemed to have carefully inspected the entire crowd as she opened her shiny black purse. She had exhumed her smartphone, and with her left forefinger she tapped at the screen; she closely examined it. And then, she again reinspected the Continue Reading
A Year Inside The Moon – Chapter 3 – She was Beautiful
Remember dear readers, I’m sharing my creative process... the below has not been heavily edited, so it has flaws. But, I trust some might enjoy... (updated, September 15, 2018) —————————————————————————————————- Chapter 3 “How do you drink that stuff?” She asked. She pointed along the bar with her right hand over at the tulip shaped glass half-full with dark Guinness beer. “Isn’t it really heavy?” “With intent, just look up at the pub light above you, the golden harp symbol, it’s my Continue Reading
A Year Inside The Moon – Chapter 2 – Those Crazy Girls
(Updated - September 14, 2018 - Undedited Creative Version) Those Crazy Girls It was just past the cocktail hour at mid-week in late September as the sun’s reflection blanketed St. Petersburg in a temporary warm auburn haze. Hugged by a calming breeze I walked alone under laurel oaks, coconut palm trees, and past a large hotel construction project, down the street toward The Moon, and then along an uneven brick alleyway that was paralleled to the main roads that the city fathers had Continue Reading
A Year Inside The Moon – The flawed 3rd Draft
This is my current writing project, I’m sharing my unedited initial story drafts. I’ve changed the title from, The Moon Under Water, and a better novel title: A Year Inside The Moon I know the below has flaws, it will morphe, but I write for the love of the craft. So, I’m simply sharing in hopes the reader enjoys my artistic process, but also, perhaps inspire someone else to share their art. A little back story, in truth I’m riffing from my favoriate restaurant / bar in downtown St. Continue Reading