When I was growing up, I remember headlines on December 7, honoring the loss of lives at Pearl Harbor. Now it largely feels like an afterthought, getting a passing mention if it’s a slow news day. I got to see the memorial back in the early 80s, when I visited Hawaii. I could see the very top of the wreck just under the surface and oil bubbling up.
And we always heard the stories about the men who were there.
Not the women.
I didn’t know there were women, until I saw this article.
“The women had to be single. The minute they were married, they were out the door,” Woll said, noting that the need for more nurses eventually led to a rule change. “In 1943, that was the first time you could marry and still legally be in the military — until you had your first child. Then you’re out again.”
Times really have changed!
Five of Linda Maye Adams’ fantasy stories. The collection includes Writers of the Future honorable mention “A Quartet of Clowns,” the action story “River Flight,” the flash fiction “Healer’s Tent,” the action story “Booby-Trap at Beaver River,” and reader favorite “Words of Rain and Shadows.”
Actress Catherine Mason is old enough that Hollywood no longer wants her, so she performs theater in space for the soldiers. But it’s dangerous duty for the actors. As they land on a military post, Catherine discovers the aliens are watching. She’s about to give the performance of her life, if not her life.
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It’s the summer of 1976, when California is hot and dry, and Jenny is watching her mother wither away with the heat. Jenny tries to retreat to her backyard on a imaginary safari or a journey on the prairie. But even dolls on adventures aren’t enough when the world is unraveling around her.
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First contact missions with new alien races are always dangerous.
But Private Gaynelle never thought that the aliens would eat her officer, and she’d be the one in charge.
Now she has to figure out how to communicate with the aliens. But why they rejected her as a meal will terrify her.
I always like to read the behind the scenes of movies and TV series. I’m not interested in back biting or childish antics of actors, but the personal side of working in a creative environment.
Sometimes even war affects that, like in one of the best known Christmas movies, “It’s a Wonderful Life,” which starred Jimmy Stewart. Mr. Stewart had just come back from World War II, after serving as a pilot and suffering from PTSD (probably called shell shock then).
When he came back, he struggled to find roles and couldn’t figure out where he fit. I think that’s the case for a lot of veterans, because we come back and everyone’s a stranger to us. Even the world we lived it looks very different.
And there’s anger. I remember that when I came back. It was a weird, unfocused anger. That turns up in the movie, too:
There’s a scene in the movie where he questions his sanity and he’s got this wild look about him. That’s one scene that really struck me, watching it on the big screen. And the other scene that always made me uncomfortable, but now means so much more to me, is when he’s in his living room and he’s throwing things and screaming at his kids — and his wife and children look at him like, “Who is this man? Who is this monster?” And that is so reflective of what millions of families faced, looking at these strangers who came back from the war with this rage. Stewart played it beautifully. He just lets it out.
Read the article and then watch the movie again. I know I will.
On September 11, 2001, the world changed forever when four planes crashed, including one that struck the Pentagon in Washington, DC.
Linda Maye Adams describes the events of the day in Washington DC from a Desert Storm veteran’s perspective. This story moves chronologically through what happened and how it impacted the people who lived in that area, capturing the emotion of an unforgettable day.
Former soldier and Desert Storm veteran Linda Maye Adams walks you step-by-step to help the civilian fiction writer understand how military culture works. From enlistment to war, this book takes you on a tour of what it’s like to be a soldier. Do soldiers curse non-stop? Do they always yell, “Yes, Drill Sergeant!” after every sentence? What is the difference between an officer and an enlisted soldier? If you don’t know anything about the military, this book will tell you where you can research information without having to go through basic training yourself.
For writers who don’t outline—called pantsers—it’s hard finding anything on how to write that doesn’t involve outlining.
Author Linda Maye Adams, a pantser writer, cuts through some of the myths and may save you wasted time looking for solutions.
In this guide, Linda Maye Adams addresses the issues that derail pantsers and also provides tips to make the writing process easier.
When I was growing up, I was always used to seeing loose change everywhere. It fell out of my father’s pockets and was abandoned on the floor. My mother picked it up and deposited into a shoe box in a drawer. Eventually the shoe box bulged from the weight of all the coins.
I think she never did anything with the coins because it was too difficult to cash it in. We didn’t have coin machines in those days; we would have to get coin rolls from the bank and laboriously put each one into it. The bank had us write the account number on the side, too, in case we shorted them.
Now, when I have enough coins to cash in, I use the coin machine and the grocery store so I can spend it on food. Oddly, I always end up with more change to put in my pocket.
I pick up pennies too. I know some people say that pennies aren’t worth it. Every time I go to the coin machine, the pennies add up.
But I have my father’s problem when I get the change. Somehow, loose coins turn up all over the place still. I empty my pockets into a mason jar, but somehow coins manage to escape from their fate, to end up on the carpet. Then I’m vacuuming, and I hear the crackle, bang, bang, as a penny gets sucked up.
Or, as I open the door to the laundry, and hear the thunk, thunk, thunk of a coin in the dryer. That’s after I went through the pockets before I washed everything. Still managed to miss one. Today, it was four. Those coins are sneaky.
The coins come out of the dryer hot. I bounce them from hand to hand, like a hot potato, until they’re cool enough to hide in a pocket again.
And back to finding a way onto the floor.