Del’s

Before I did my shopping I just had to stop at Del’s Italian restaurant in Bloomfield.  There standing at the bar was John, one of the owners, and the Bluesman, an old karaoke regular.  Behind the bar was Dana. 

John and the Bluesman each bought me a beer.  The three of us talked about old times when I was a Friday night karaoke regular and they tried to talk me into coming back tonight.  John was having a special Wednesday night karaoke.  I had a very pleasant time.

I left and did my shopping at Shure Save supper market.  I picked out a cheese dish for the Harvest Party at the employment and training center; but I won’t be doing any karaoke at Del’s until I get a job.

GHH

Yesterday

I was going to wait for the 54C to get to Bloomfield but at 5:40 pm it’s probably packed and I hate packed buses.  So, I’ll just have to suck it up and walk the two blocks from my apartment to the Millvale Street Bridge, walk over the bridge which is about one block long and then on a little more to Liberty Avenue and West Penn Hospital.  I’ll be in Bloomfield.

Next to Oakland, Bloomfield (“Little Italy”) is my favorite neighborhood in Pittsburgh.

GHH

Money

The $1.50 big draft beer special at Hemingway’s today is Hoegaardens.  I swear it.  It’s pretty good.  I’ll have a couple, make it home and post this, then call the Census Bureau and set up my interview and employment test and then scoot on over the Millvale Street Bridge to Bloomfield to get my contribution for the Harvest Party at the employment center tomorrow.  I think I’ll pick up some cheese, already cubed, for the party.  It sounds like a plan.

While I’m shopping in Bloomfield I might as well pick up something for Thanksgiving.  As usual, I’ll spend Thanksgiving alone (I’m such an orphan and it’s my own fault) drinking beer and watching football.  So, I may as well put aside the salads for a couple of days and have something different for Thanksgiving.

Not only do I need a job for financial reasons but I need one for social reasons.  You can’t make the time if you don’t have a dime.  Don’t do it!

GHH

Two More Job Leads

Today at the employment and training center I got two great job leads.  I already knew about the Census Bureau but now I have more of the skinny.  The second lead is about a health insurance company downtown.  I emailed a cover letter (and attached my resume) to the health insurance company.  I’ll leave early today so that I can call and make an appointment to be interviewed and take the test for the Census Bureau.

I also want to leave early to make it back to Oakland so that I can go to the Shure Save in Bloomfield (Pittsburgh’s “Little Italy”) to pick up something for the Harvest Party we’re having tomorrow at the center.

GHH

Art And Real Life

How much of real life goes into my flash fiction stories?  That’s a tough question.  I do consider myself a “realistic minimalist”.  I don’t write fantasy and pass it off as fiction; but I’m not a news reporter simply jotting down actual events and passing them off as flash fiction, either. 

See, the problem is that real life is messy and good flash fiction is very neat.  Flash fiction always has a resolution while often in life the only resolution is the passage of time or death.

So, how much real life goes into my flash fiction stories?  A hell of a lot.  Is it all true.  Well, of course not.

Let’s Party Like It’s 1929

Can we spell DEPRESSION boys and girls?  A recession is when your neighbor has no job.  A depression is when you have no job.  Last night as I watched the evening business news on the Public Broadcasting System I kept getting the awful feeling that the present administration has no idea what it’s doing.  The financial markets are not listening to the present lame-duck president.  So, here was the president-elect assuring the nation, giving a news conference and answering questions and making the market jump hundreds of points just on the quality of the economic team he’s putting together.

But I couldn’t help but feel that we are indeed at the edge of an economic disaster. 

GHH

Rain

It’s 3:40 pm and I’m in Hemingway’s.  The $1.50 big draft special is Shock Top.  It’s not bad.  It’s great for $1.50.  I take off my jacket but leave on my long shoreman’s cloth cap, muffler and hoodie and it feels good.  St. Joe’s and Texas play basketball on two of the flat screen TVs.  The jukebox plays a song I don’t know but it’s jammin’.  The singer is beggin’ for mercy against a funky back beat.

I wonder what’s going to be on my voicemail when I get home.  Since I didn’t have enough money to pay my rent Thursday I might as well pay my $100 phone bill and send $50 to Sallie Mae.  My first social security check is due around Christmas and can’t get here fast enough.  I know I must be suffering from depression.

People walk along Forbes Avenue under open wet umbrellas.  I won’t know until the first week of December if I’ll be called back for a second interview with the data company I first interviewed with several days ago.  I need a job.

GHH

Lunch Break

Lunch break is almost over here at the employment and training center in Braddock.  I downloaded some useful documents from the US Census Bureau and I’ll be filling out the documents and going over the mock test over the Thanksgiving break.  I had a candy bar for lunch.  I must really be under intense stress if I’m eating all this chocolate.

It’s a gray day outside, chilly and damp.  I wonder if maintenace went into my apartment to adjust the radiators to keep them from knocking.  They only knock at night; it sounds like someone in the downstairs garage pounding on the pipes with a hammer.  I didn’t want to say anything at all to the building super because I’m so far behind in my rent but you can’t go without your sleep.

The other students are coming back from lunch.  It’s time to get back to work.  I want to do some typing drills to keep up my accuracy and speed .

GHH

Break Time

It’s break time at the employment and training center here in Braddock.  Man, it’s freezing in this break room; but I’m eating healthy: a banana and a small tomato washed down with a small plastic bottle of water, water from the tap.

The majority of the class will return to Room 210 to finish giving their Power Point presentations.  I’m in Room 211 with a couple of other students.  I’ve been at the center so long that I’m excused from sitting through the presentations.  So, I’ll do some typing drills and maybe work on some more assessments in my MS Word book and Google the US Census 2010 website.

The US Census Bureau is hiring.

GHH

Creative Laziness

Yes, I’ve become a lazy writer.  No, that’s not true.  I post something on this blog at least once every day.  I’ve become a lazy flash fiction writer.  Good flash fiction is so difficult to write.  And although I have enough stories stockpiled from a more creative period of my life (enough stories to post one every weekend for the next thirty weeks) the stockpile won’t last forever.

Of course, if I wasn’t worried about being several months behing in my rent and worried about finding a job maybe I could work more on creating new flash fiction stories.

Still, life must go on and flash fiction is very much a part of my life.

GHH

A Short Week

It’ll be a short week at the employment and training center.  Today and Tuesday will be regular days but Wednesday is the party and of course we have Thursday and Friday off.  I still don’t know what to bring to the party.  Maybe a couple of pound cakes from the Shure Save supermarket in Bloomfield, Pittsburgh’s “Little Italy”.  Why go to another neighborhood to shop when I live in North Oakland?  Because the other nearest supermarket, the Giant Eagle on Center Avenue in Shadyside has outrageous prices.  I went there a couple of times just to check the place out.  It’s no place to shop for a working class bloke who’s out of work.

I won’t know until around the first week of December if I get the call for a second interview at the data services company that I interviewed with earlier this month.

GHH

Where To Begin A Flash Fiction Story

The answer to the question, where to begin a flash fiction story is as complex as it is simple.  It’s complex because there are all kinds of flash fiction writers and all kinds of flash fiction stories.  It’s simple because it is what it is.

A flash fiction story must begin as near as possible to the resolution without doing damage to the storyline.

University Of Pittsburgh Writing Program

Writing Program Faculty:

Faith Adiele

Fiona Cheong

Cathy Day

Toi Derricotte

Lynn Emanuel

Lee Gutkind

Chuck Kinder

Jeanne Marie Laskas

Ben Lerner

Dawn Lundy Martin

Irina Reyn

Jean Valentine

www.english.pitt.edu

The Wife Beater

My father is dead now.  When he died he was nearly blind, frail and old and most off his teeth were gone.  Now I’m 62, struggling financially to make ends meet even after getting my MFA in writing from the University of Pittsburgh in 2006.

In 1964 when I joined the army I was eighteen and bent on getting away from home even though I had a full grant to attend Point Park Junior College (two year schools where called junior colleges in those days and Point Park was a two year school).  See, I wanted to get away from home because my father was a wife beater.  By that time he hadn’t hit my mother in years.  The beatings were only a memory to me, the memory of a young boy; but I did remember and the memories were vivid.  I wanted out.

Now I look back and I still feel the anger and shame of having a father who was a wife beater.  My mother is still living.  Her grown children live all over the United States and they happily pay for round trip air fare for her to come and visit them and to stay as long as she likes.  None of us would ever do that for my father if he was still alive.

I guess you reap what you sow.

GHH

Flash Fiction Rocks!

Let’s talk about form.  While I was working on my MFA in writing I taught as a Teaching Assistant two terms of Composition and one term of Creative Writing and one term of Fiction Writing at the University of Pittsburgh between 2004 and 2006.  For the Fiction Writing class I tried to explain in simple, logical language several elements of the short story that I had found out about through constant experimentation.  Now experimentation can be a very slow process.  So, here are a few insights about the form of the short story.

As far as I can tell, and I may be wrong, but the basic form of all short stories is: the setup, the buildup and the payoff no matter what length the story is.  That’s it.  Don’t believe me?  Go to any stories of your favorite, successful authors and re-read them; you will find this form.  Some writers are more skilled at hiding the form, but it’s there all right and I would guess that this form has not changed for successful story telling since our ancestors painted stories on the wall of caves.

For a piece of flash fiction (around 1,000 words) the setup might be one, two, three, maybe four short paragraphs.  The setup will probably give the location of the story, maybe introduce the main character(s)–best to keep the number of characters small like two or three–and plunge the reader into the action.

The buildup will usually be the body of the story and will contain most of the action, conflict and tension.

The payoff will contain the resolution.

That’s all there is to it.  Nothing here is meant to be a hard, fast rule; but it will give anyone who wants to write flash fiction a rope to hold on to as he or she enters the swirling waters of the very short story.

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