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Original limericks poetry and short stories

KarenOnce upon a time, in the surreal land of California, in a maze of beige-colored condominiums so tortuously addressed even the residents need a map, there lived a woman named Karen Robiscoe. (That’s her mug over there, on the left) Since this woman had acquired a number of ballpoint pens over the years, and reams of outdated letterhead besides, she decided to try her hand at fiction writing, and wonders of wonders, discovered her hand worked!

She could organize letters into words, by Gumdrop, and words into sentences, bless P.S. professors &surfeit stationary, anyway, but the story writing aspect took longer to finesse. If writing conferences, classes & innumerable DIY manuals equates to finesse, and it seems so. After a while, Karen was able to plot simple storylines that contained all the heavy-hitting nouns & verbs you hear so much about, with punctuation to spare (!) although the subsequent writer’s cramp brought on by this milestone was less welcome. So, one day, after thoroughly dusting her PC & attaching a cat just above the monitor, she keypunched an urban fantasy titled: SPIRITED REMIX. An unusual story wherein the suicidal heroine is forced to earn her redemption posthumously.

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penThat isn’t all she keypunched. She tapped out loads of limericks, original poetry so deep it requires a shovel to fathom, along with short stories, humorous op-eds, and fender-sized philosophies. To keep balanced during the process, she used both feet, participating in lots of sporting events around Santa Barbara, and went on to document those, as well. Now that was a body of work! (And a body that worked well, too.)

This brought about another dilemma for our quick-study writer, however. How to spread the word about her sentences, now? How, in this day and age of global communication—could this be accomplished? She thought long and hard, becoming hopelessly distracted by a crystal suspended in the sunlight cascading through a window, until she had an “ah-hah” moment. After double-checking the existence of the Internet on the Internet, her problem was solved. She would launch a blog, give it a catchy, alliterative name, She would fill it with her one-of-a-kind limericks and original poetry, her surprising short stories and humorous op-eds and wait for her readership to come in…

This is where you come in readership, lest we pass in the night…