B.J. Neblett's Blog
February 16, 2014
Technology And The Romance Writer
A love letter lost in the mail, forgotten, miss delivered and then discovered years later and received by the intended is romantic. A love letter ending up in someone's spam filter is just annoying.
BJ
BJ
January 5, 2014
New Year New Stories!
Happy New year to everyone and thanks to all for making 2013 such a great year for me! Ice Cream Camelot, my historical memoir is selling very well with really great reviews... makes a grown man blush! And for those of you die hards, like myself, Ice Cream Camelot will finally be available as a paperback coming this spring! Look for the announcement right here. Plus, there has been a resurgence in sales for my first novel Elysian Dreams, and a big jump in readership of my on line blogs. Thanks again to everyone, especially to all of my friends and fans in Russia, Eastern Europe, France and the rest of Europe and Asia where my books and stories are doing so well!
Speaking of which, I've been blessed to start the new year with another published story on Short Story Me, the great web site for some fantastic writing. The link is below. And of course, be sure to check my writer's and poetry blogs regularly for more goodies.
BJ
http://www.short-story.me/
Speaking of which, I've been blessed to start the new year with another published story on Short Story Me, the great web site for some fantastic writing. The link is below. And of course, be sure to check my writer's and poetry blogs regularly for more goodies.
BJ
http://www.short-story.me/
August 19, 2013
Ponytail
Hello to all, hope everyone is having a great summer! Here's a flash fiction piece I just wrote actually based on a real occurrence. Enjoy!
Ponytail
by BJ Neblett
© 2013
Her ponytail bounced and shimmered in the late afternoon summer sun, a soft, honey golden flag of independence. Catching his attention, he paused to watch. She honed in on her target with crafted accuracy and sprinted away from him. She ran with grace and ease; purpose and determination. An involuntary smile pulled at the corners of his lips. Suddenly, as if a bird returning to its nest, a softball descended from the crystalline sky and landed securely within the plush leather folds of her well worn glove. In one natural, fluid motion she retrieved the bright yellow orb and tossed it to the waiting second baseman.
His smile grew.
“That’s no ordinary girl.”
That was obvious. But something told him the words now playing over in his mind spoke of more than just a talented ball player. “Nice catch,” he called, as she returned to her position in left field. “And very nice throw!”
She looked up, matching his smile. “Thanks.”
It had been years since he’d felt his body melt this way; his brain slowly turning to hot mush. He’d almost forgotten the sweet, tell tale sensations. “No, this is no ordinary girl,” he said softly. He moved towards her. “Hi, I haven’t seen you here before, have I?”
Her hand slipped into his like a fitted glove, warm and comfortable. “No, this is my first time, I just moved here.”
A glint of sunlight twinkled in her sparkling hazel eyes, bringing with it memories bitter and sweet.
“What’s the matter with you, girls can’t play baseball!”
“Ah… he’s gone all goofy for her!”
“Yeah… all mushy inside!”
The taunts from the other boys continued. He didn’t hear them. She had kept her promise to come watch him play. Only she had showed up wearing shorts and a T shirt, and with an old worn glove. Her ponytail poked out from under the Phillies cap he’d given her at Christmas. It bounced and shimmered in the late afternoon summer sun, a soft, honey golden flag of independence. Darting out onto the field, she’d stolen a deep pop fly from the surprised left fielder. Watching from the pitcher’s mound, an involuntary smile pulled at the corners of his lips.
“C’mon, get her off the field!”
“Yeah, we got a game to play!”
In one natural, fluid motion she retrieved the leather clad baseball from her glove and tossed it effortlessly to the waiting second baseman.
“Nice catch,” he called. “And very nice throw.”
She looked up, matching his smile, a twinkle in her sparkling hazel eyes. “Thanks.”
It had taken some fast and fancy talking to convince his friends, but they spent the summer together playing baseball on the same team. And then she was gone.
“Hey, are we gonna play some softball or not?”
The comment shook him from his momentary reverie. “Yeah… let’s chose up sides.”
They spent the summer together playing softball on the same team. It was now late August and the season would soon be over. From the pitcher’s mound he watched with love and affection as she gracefully trotted out to left field. An involuntary smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“That’s no ordinary girl,” he said softly.
Her ponytail bounced and shimmered in the late afternoon summer sun, a soft, honey golden flag of independence.
Ponytail
by BJ Neblett
© 2013
Her ponytail bounced and shimmered in the late afternoon summer sun, a soft, honey golden flag of independence. Catching his attention, he paused to watch. She honed in on her target with crafted accuracy and sprinted away from him. She ran with grace and ease; purpose and determination. An involuntary smile pulled at the corners of his lips. Suddenly, as if a bird returning to its nest, a softball descended from the crystalline sky and landed securely within the plush leather folds of her well worn glove. In one natural, fluid motion she retrieved the bright yellow orb and tossed it to the waiting second baseman.
His smile grew.
“That’s no ordinary girl.”
That was obvious. But something told him the words now playing over in his mind spoke of more than just a talented ball player. “Nice catch,” he called, as she returned to her position in left field. “And very nice throw!”
She looked up, matching his smile. “Thanks.”
It had been years since he’d felt his body melt this way; his brain slowly turning to hot mush. He’d almost forgotten the sweet, tell tale sensations. “No, this is no ordinary girl,” he said softly. He moved towards her. “Hi, I haven’t seen you here before, have I?”
Her hand slipped into his like a fitted glove, warm and comfortable. “No, this is my first time, I just moved here.”
A glint of sunlight twinkled in her sparkling hazel eyes, bringing with it memories bitter and sweet.
“What’s the matter with you, girls can’t play baseball!”
“Ah… he’s gone all goofy for her!”
“Yeah… all mushy inside!”
The taunts from the other boys continued. He didn’t hear them. She had kept her promise to come watch him play. Only she had showed up wearing shorts and a T shirt, and with an old worn glove. Her ponytail poked out from under the Phillies cap he’d given her at Christmas. It bounced and shimmered in the late afternoon summer sun, a soft, honey golden flag of independence. Darting out onto the field, she’d stolen a deep pop fly from the surprised left fielder. Watching from the pitcher’s mound, an involuntary smile pulled at the corners of his lips.
“C’mon, get her off the field!”
“Yeah, we got a game to play!”
In one natural, fluid motion she retrieved the leather clad baseball from her glove and tossed it effortlessly to the waiting second baseman.
“Nice catch,” he called. “And very nice throw.”
She looked up, matching his smile, a twinkle in her sparkling hazel eyes. “Thanks.”
It had taken some fast and fancy talking to convince his friends, but they spent the summer together playing baseball on the same team. And then she was gone.
“Hey, are we gonna play some softball or not?”
The comment shook him from his momentary reverie. “Yeah… let’s chose up sides.”
They spent the summer together playing softball on the same team. It was now late August and the season would soon be over. From the pitcher’s mound he watched with love and affection as she gracefully trotted out to left field. An involuntary smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“That’s no ordinary girl,” he said softly.
Her ponytail bounced and shimmered in the late afternoon summer sun, a soft, honey golden flag of independence.
June 5, 2013
New Story New Poem New Position!
Hello again. While unemployment sucks, I have had the time to post a new poem on my poetry blog: http://www.hereforaseason.blogspot.com
and a new short story which I will be serializing over the next couple of weeks on my blog site: http://www.bjneblett.blogspot.com
Be sure to check them both out and leave comments.
Also, I have become the Seattle Classic And Antique Car Examiner (or some such silly title) for the examiner.com on line paper and features magazine. You can check out my articles and help me out a lot by clicking on 'Like'. And by clicking 'Subscribe' next to my name you will receive e mails of future articles. (Just my articles, no spam and nothing else I promise!)
http://www.examiner.com/classic-autos...
Thanks and enjoy and be sure to chat back!
BJ
and a new short story which I will be serializing over the next couple of weeks on my blog site: http://www.bjneblett.blogspot.com
Be sure to check them both out and leave comments.
Also, I have become the Seattle Classic And Antique Car Examiner (or some such silly title) for the examiner.com on line paper and features magazine. You can check out my articles and help me out a lot by clicking on 'Like'. And by clicking 'Subscribe' next to my name you will receive e mails of future articles. (Just my articles, no spam and nothing else I promise!)
http://www.examiner.com/classic-autos...
Thanks and enjoy and be sure to chat back!
BJ
April 20, 2013
New Poem Posted
Hello again. I have a new poem posted on my poetry blog site. Enjoy and please feel free to comment.
BJ
Here For A Season
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Here For A Season
April 15, 2013
Chapter One Ice Cream Camelot
I have posted the first chapter of my historical memoir Ice Cream Camelot about growing up during the Kennedy era. Enjoy the read and remember it is available as an e book and will be out in paperback in about a month.
Thanks,
BJ
Thanks,
BJ
April 6, 2013
Emerald City by BJ Neblett
I have a new poem up on my poetry blog, a haiku salute to Seattle. Enjoy and thanks.
BJ
http://www.hereforaseason.blogspot.com
BJ
http://www.hereforaseason.blogspot.com
March 19, 2013
Ice Cream Camelot Available!
As of today, March 19, 2013 my historical memoir Ice Cream Camelot about my growing up during the Kennedy administration is available as an E Book. It will be in paperback in another few weeks.
Thanks to all for your help and support.
BJ
Thanks to all for your help and support.
BJ
March 16, 2013
E Book and new short story!
I just finished proofing my memoir Ice Cream Camelot and sent it back to my publisher. It should be an e book next week and a paperback soon after. Now I can get back to my first love, fiction and Fantastic Literature, the kind that makes you go, ”hummm…” To that end I have started a new short story. I was inspired at a club a couple of weeks ago. The band was jamming hard and someone called out, ”Crank up the weird!” I couldn’t get the phrase out of my head. Now I’m working on a Fantastic Literature about a guitarist who comes into possession of an old unusual amp that, when cranked up, makes weird things happen. Working title is Crank Up The Wyrd. I’ll keep you posted.
March 11, 2013
George (Conclusion)
Hi. The exciting conclusion to my short story George is now posted on my blog site. The link is below. Enjoy and be sure to comment. Thanks.
BJ
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