Zobostic - Left 2 Write

Friday, May 29, 2026

It's where we end up

Mechanical ability, blended with literary aptitude allows someone with these skills to construct a solid foundation, able to support a multi-story suspense novel.

Not unlike a suspension bridge spanning some raging and turbulent plot twist, allowing the reader just enough suspension of disbelief to make their way across. Welding two dissimilar thoughts together can often become frustrating, causing the writer to unwittingly change tenses. The middle of a bridge is no place for a stumbling block. Trust me, I have some experience with this.

I once carried a concept across several paragraphs, containing a few loose translations. The resulting calamity was not pretty. Main characters were injured, stunt nouns walked off the job and, well let’s say, I learned my lesson.

These days I leave the serious writing to the professionals. Blogs are like the smoky bars of yesterday, where old writers hang out, crushing out one-liners like smelly, smoldering cigarettes, and discarded ideas lay crumpled around rum-stained tables.

Microscopic Boogie-Woogie

Life at the molecular level might be very exciting. Even though nobody would be standing still, maybe there’s music. You never know. I don’t think we can assume that because we hear it, the sound waves just stop as life becomes smaller and smaller. I’m not suggesting the lyrics would make any sense, but I expect you could dance to it.

I wouldn’t care to be an atom surrounded by people in lab coats. I have heard about the cruelty of animal testing, so for sure, I wouldn’t want to be separated from my family, only to have some scientist split me. People can be so harsh.

As you may have noticed, not all of my thoughts
travel along the open road. There are U-Turns
and cul-de-sacs and sometimes just dead ends.

I'm Sorry Johnny, but you got that wrong.

I asked AI to give me a head-on view

of this sign, that shows parking for

law enforcement.

Here is what it gave me.

Apparently it is now parking for
the victims of law enforcement.

The sound of golf shoes indoors

I can’t say that I always focus directly on the target. I tend to keep an overall view, which sometimes gives me the ability to see things that others might miss. By doing this, however, I myself may appear as though I’ve missed the boat. But being left at the dock is not all that bad. I still enjoy the ocean breeze but without all that motion.

I’d have to admit, there is a very particular smell at the dock. I believe one could be blindfolded and still know where they are, just based on the scent.

“Wow! I’d say we’re at the dock.”

“You’re right. That’s exactly where we are.”

See what I mean? The same can be said for sound. Put your blindfold back on and just listen. Now have five people walk across your kitchen floor, one at a time. They can be different heights and different weight, some can have black curly hair while some might have no hair and be wearing a hat. Almost 10 out of 10 times you’ll be able to identify the one wearing golf shoes.

For some of you it may take a little practice, but you’ll get it.

Thursday, May 28, 2026

It's what I Believe

I expect there to be cookies in Heaven

No Brussel Sprouts, no Spinach leaves

Just cookies from the oven,

No crunchy carrots & creamy dip

but warm and chewy chocolate chip.

There is something calming and quiet here,

while still feeling like we're part of something

Greater.

and yet - it all works out

There are more branches than birds

Less stories than words

More books than are flicks

Fewer dogs than are ticks

More water than beer

More days than are years