Today or Tomorrow


What's Your Excuse Note Means Explain Procrastination

I dream of writing,

A book people love,

A book people admire,

Not one that they shove.


It will be an original,

Nothing like it before,

New York will be calling,

Or the West Coast for sure,


I know that I am ready,

So here is the first word, Murder,

Not sure what the second will be,

I will have to explore further,


You see I am a want to be,

I strive to be like the best,

I have several stories,

Time to put a novel to test.


Oh if only I were like you know who,

Or a certain so and so,

I would be writing all the time,

But I hurt my elbow,


The faucet is dripping,

And the dog needs outside,

Car repairs are mounting,

Why don’t I just curl up and die?


To many distractions,

Facebook and all,

If I were a loner,

Is that Baseball?


I make up excuses,

For not writing, you see,

But after all no ones to blame,

Except little ole’ me.


Bilbo went on a journey to there and back again…so does Bruce Pollock. Great Read!

Bilbo went on a journey to there and back does Bruce Pollock. Great Read!

It’s Only Rock and Roll [Kindle Edition]

18 year old piano man Eugene Maybloom’s life will take an unexpected turn when he encounters his muse, Cassie Morgan, “the teenage queen of confessional country rock.” Follow Maybloom as he follows his muse through 40 years of rock and roll history and satire.

Dropping Hints

Dropping Hints

By Cleve Sylcox

 I’ve been married to may second wife 23 years this April. I love my bride more each year and we learn more and more about each other all the time. However, there are things which seem to go unheeded as well.

 For one, I’m as stubborn as a mule and dig my heels in during an argument instead of listening attentively and then replying rationally. Nope, old habits like that are hard to break because they become automatic. Mine is as fine tuned as a transmission of a new car. It shifts smoothly without any effort on my behalf. It just happens.

Secondly, my wife drops hints. This habit is ingrained into her as much as my habits are ingrained into me. She has learned to just be blunt and ask, but sometimes I think she enjoys hinting around to see how long I can keep the fuss from igniting. I’m not the type of person who takes hints well. I’m dense to the point of stupidity. From day one I’ve asked her to be direct. Do not hint around because it will pass right over my head and both of use will become aggravated.

There are other matters we both need to work on. For the sake of this article I will limit it to these two.

This morning, like most mornings, I was up bright and early. Not that I’m an early bird but I stay up all night. My job requires this of me, and on my days off I just stay up. Suzanne gets up around seven. I make her coffee, we might sit and talk for a bit and then it is off to work for her and to bed with me. This arrangement works out well for both of us, because I snore like a 747 taking off. So she gets a good night sleep and I get tons of writing done. Works well for both of us.

This morning it was cold. February in Missouri tends to range from the very cold to the very warm and this can happen in the same day at times. This morning was a crisp twenty degrees, but sunny. We went through our usual routine of coffee and chat. Although this morning she got up a little later than normal and was rushing around getting ready.

I still think it is amazing. I have seven sisters…yeah seven and was married once before, plus my mother, and two mother in-laws, before getting married I had girlfriends, so it is not like I have no experience with women. Compared to most men I have a college degree in womandom. You would think I was use to a woman’s demands to be clean and pressed as they venture off to work or where ever, but I’m a guy. I shower and keep myself clean. But I tell you now if I’m running late… I throw on some deodorant, some cologne, grab some clothes that look mostly unwrinkled…clean underwear though, always clean underwear…then out the door I go.

Not her or any woman I know – a shower, blows dry the hair, makeup, gathering of purse and essentials. All the while talking about the weather, chores that need to be done, our children, eating, brushing teeth, hoping on one foot while slipping a shoe on the other, sipping coffee, and countless other things, and during this organized state of flight she does it…she drops the hint. This hint went right over my head and fell to the floor somewhere between the kitchen and the bedroom. Or between her garbled attempts to talk with a mouth full of toothpaste to her muffled shouts from behind a closed door. It hit the floor and never, not once did it reach up and grab me. Essentially I never heard it.

To tell you the truth my mind was on bills, my current book project, and several other matters. I made her coffee, and on mornings like these I’ve found it best to just get out of the way and let her have full rein of the house. Do not make eye contact, keep conversations to brief answers, and stay low. It was safer this way.

“What’s the weather like?” She asks.

“Cold,” I responded.

“I have so many things to do this morning,” she began, “thanks for making coffee it was a big help.”

“You’re welcome,” I said.

“I wonder how hard the car will be to start?” (That was the hint… She told me this later. I do not recall this conversation ever taking place.)

“Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“You sure?”

“Battery is less than a year old and it’s been colder.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

With that she hurried off to finish getting ready.

I guess the reason I missed the hint was she normally takes the dog out and while the dog runs around the yard looking for the one spot he’s never peed on, she starts her car allowing it ample time to warm up while she finishes getting ready. To be honest I didn’t even think about it.

I went back into the office and was typing away when she shouted angrily, “Bye, and thanks for the help…NOT!”

The transmission slipped into gear and I did not realize it until I was at the front door watching her climb into her frozen Honda. I never got to give my retort, which would have been something like, “What…what did I do, not do?”

As she pulled out of the driveway I stood bewildered wondering what just happened. Then I realized she must have dropped a hint and I missed it.

The transmission slipped into a higher gear. I felt myself simmering like a pot of soup.

I called her.

No answer.

The transmission slipped into over drive. I called her again.

Still no answer.

The transmission slipped out of gear and I coasted to a halt. I felt confused and I couldn’t help feeling like this had happened before, which it probably had.

I felt bad. I still did not know what I did or didn’t do. But I felt certain that tonight she would let me know. So, after a restless eight hour sleep I made her dinner and bought a large bouquet of flowers. I put the flowers in a vase in the center of the table.

She came home a different woman. She was smiling as she looked at the nicely set table and smelt the flowers. Throughout dinner she smiled. Then after dinner I asked her about this morning. She apologized and said she wanted me to warm up the car.

Naturally I said, “Why didn’t you just ask me?”

She smiled and said, “If I had, would you still have made me dinner?’ Then she winked.

For a brief instant I felt the transmission roar to life, but I ignored it. I had been had, used like a puppet. But you know I looked into those eyes of my bride and realized I just need to be a better listener. I love her so much…Besides, I hadn’t told her about the Flat screen TV I bought…I wonder what hints I could use?

Oh, Nick…You’ve Been A Very Bad Boy!

Oh, Nick...You've Been A Very Bad Boy!

Bad Nick [Kindle Edition]

For years Bad Nick has been delighting, infuriating, and entertaining readers with his popular blog. Now he has compiled over four years of his best posts into one book for readers who want more.

So who is Bad Nick and what’s he all about?

Bad Nick refuses to wear a label, because he prefers to think for himself, instead of letting someone else do his thinking for him. He is neither a Democrat nor a Republican, a Conservative nor a Liberal. He is pro-gun and pro-choice. He loves his country, but thinks most of the people running it are either corrupt or inept, and often both.

Mark Twain once said “The duty of the press is to print the truth and raise hell.” Bad Nick thinks that’s a good obligation to take on. He won’t make you any promises, except for three; he’ll make you laugh sometimes, he’ll make you think sometimes, and sooner or later he’s going to say something that will piss you off. If he can accomplish all three, he’s done his job.

Big Lake…What A Place…Crazy!

Big Lake...What A Place...Crazy!

Crazy Days in Big Lake [Kindle Edition]

Everybody seems to have gone crazy in the little mountain community of Big Lake, Arizona. Neighbors are threatening violence, eco-protestors are on the march, flower children are camping in the nearby forest, two of Sheriff Jim Weber’s deputies have gotten into a fistfight in the ButterCup Café, the grocery store manager has locked himself in his office and won’t come out, bears are chasing dogs into houses, and somebody has stolen the town’s mascot. As if that isn’t enough to deal with, a mild mannered retired couple have shot an intruder during a home invasion. By the time this wild tale is finished, more blood will be shed and the good people of Big Lake will be left wondering just how well they really know their neighbors.

Many of the characters that made the first two books in the Big Lake book such a hit are back, along with some new ones readers will remember for a long time.

One reviewer has referred to the Big Lake mystery series as “Mayberry Meets Twin Peaks.” It’s a combination of humor and intrigue that launched author Nick Russell’s first Big Lake book into Amazon’s 100 Top Paid Kindle books for over 78 days, and Crazy Days in Big Lake, the third book in this popular series, is sure to be a hit too!