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After the UMP-TEENTH revision, I think we have settled on the preface for The Leech Cemetery Witch. What do you think? Does it make you want to read the book? Does it sound mysterious enough? Does it make my butt look big? I need some feedback; I'm dying here. PREFACE Our adventure began many winters... Continue Reading →
I've been practicing this writing thing for a few years now, Maybe someday I shall be at the very least mediocre. Alas... I keep pounding away at these blasted keys while rubbing a bald spot into what little hair I have left. From time to time I'll stop, stare at the words in disgust and... Continue Reading →
I'm not often at a loss for words, I believe there are a number of fine folk out there that can attest to that simple statement. However, I must admit I'm just a smidge at a loss pertaining to an ol' girl soon to be known to many as "Hefer." Oh, it's a fine story... Continue Reading →
By Michael Miller Autumn in the hills of East TN is a very special time. The smell of fresh-cut hay hangs heavy in the cool crisp air. Hills and hollers are dressed in their Sunday best; sporting vivid hues of orange, red and gold. An elegant mist hovers at tree-top level, just as a... Continue Reading →
Ahab...the name carry's with it a ponderous weight. Scenes of massive wooden ships under full canvas fill our noggins, if we allow ourselves the privilege, we can almost hear the overbearing Captain as he berates the lowly shipmates. With little effort we may go so far as to catch a glimpse of the massive white... Continue Reading →
How many remember fifth grade? More importantly; how many remember the lunch room? Most don't understand the politics, social exchange and class warfare that transpired there. So...for just a bit, experience the "lunch-room" through the eyes of the Tin Cup Clan. This is just a small excerpt from Chapter Eight, I hope you can get... Continue Reading →
I've been promising to write this story for some time now, just been waiting for the right time. But today is a special day, well..in our little corner of the Universe anyways. You see, today is my birthday, a small feat for most adults but given my situation I rather make every one count. The... Continue Reading →
(A reflection of Character) ALWAYS CHOOSE THE WING. Southern folk are a peculiar folk, raised a bit different we were, but southern "mountain" folk…well, that’s another subject entirely. I’m afraid I cain’t speak for everyone else, all I can do is relate insight into how I was taught, unfortunately, that's a time long gone.... Continue Reading →
I posted this some time ago, but thought I might share it again for those who missed it. During my childhood in the hills of East Tennessee, the most popular, though somewhat less dependable method of social interaction, came in the form of an old truck known by all as the “rolling store.” As kids,... Continue Reading →
Once again I find myself apologizing; I've really let you folks down with the posts (or lack of) lately. Things have been a little hectic around the Tin Cup Clan's new domicile. So busy in fact, I've found myself thinking of little else. That was until today...when for some unbeknownst to me reason, I found... Continue Reading →
The Tin Cup Clan 