I have been on this thing since the wee hours(well, not that wee, actually 8am which seems wee to me since I'm retired).  Good thing my guy has gone off  to play golf.  (He flogs, he says, which is golf spelled back'ards, as if you didn't know.)  He thinks I spend too much time here, and I do-staring off into cyberspace, writing all sorts of piddlypoo to godknowswhom.  It's my escape to another world, especially since the surge in gas prices.  And friends?  Well there are more people here than anywhere I know, and so...

I'm stuck with one of my stories.  There are the two little friends, sitting on the steps, chins in hand not knowing how to solve the problem.  One little mite wants to wear her old ghost costume for Halloween, the one that makes her brave enough to go out on fright night.  Trouble is, it's too short, so what to do.  Well, it'll come. 

As a former teacher I thought holiday stories were all but dead.  Still, bookstores parade their holiday themed books and I always appreciated buying new ones for Halloween, Christmas, Hannukkah, Martin Luther King's b'day, Valentine's Day, President's Day, Mother's and Father's Days, Independence Day and what have you.  While my story may not be clever enough for today's market, it's what I've got.  And you just have to keep writing until, ZAP, that clever idea pops into your head.  So hang in there!