Author Archives: literarylee

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.

Too Many Purses

Posted on November 15, 2011 by literarylee

Curses, curses Too many purses. Can’t find my keys now for better or worses.

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Good Bye Mighty Okra Friends

Posted on November 14, 2011 by literarylee

Another tough farewell, I pulled the okra stalks, once lush, tall, proud bearers of pounds of okra, now frost bitten, dried shells of their former glory.  I hated to say good bye, but I couldn’t bear to see them like … Continue reading →

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Duck 21

Posted on November 11, 2011 by literarylee

Duck Series Gallery

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Bombay Letters – Monsoon!

Posted on November 10, 2011 by literarylee

May 1998 Dear India Watchers, My wife and I played in a raging sewer today and enjoyed ourselves entirely.  We did that by simply taking a walk during a tremendous downpour.   We see heavy rains everyday, now that we’re … Continue reading →

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A Book and Its Cover

Posted on November 9, 2011 by literarylee

I wanted to show off the cover that an artist designed for Marigold Man, the book I’m writing.  I wrote about the possibility of this happening here: They liked it, they really liked it….  Each day since the 50,000 word … Continue reading →

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When the Frost is on the Punkin

Posted on November 8, 2011 by literarylee

James Whitcomb Riley WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock, And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens, And … Continue reading →

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Sun’s Spotlight on Fall’s Palette

Posted on November 7, 2011 by literarylee

The just-over-the-horizon sun this morning lit a landscape of late fall trees in and around a brilliant green golf course and a cluster of white houses with rust red roofs amid more brightly-leaved trees.  The whole scene was laid out … Continue reading →

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Collecting Pub Names, part 2

Posted on November 4, 2011 by literarylee

An odd bit of word play I engage in from time to time is collecting words.  Here is the second portion of my collection of pub names which I gathered during a one-month trip through England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales … Continue reading →

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Writers In The Mist

Posted on November 2, 2011 by literarylee

Literary Lee feels privileged and lucky.  So should all the many The Life Literary readers.  Here’s why:  The noted scribologist (one who studies the habits of writers) Argyle Schield has agreed to share his field notes, scribbled hastily in his … Continue reading →

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The First Paragraphs of Marigold Man

Posted on November 2, 2011 by literarylee

(I’m not going to do this often during November, but here are the first few paragraphs, the first 990 words of Marigold Man.  I confess I edited them, something I won’t have time to do, can’t take the time to … Continue reading →

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