Nellie Bly’s World – A DAY IN A DIET KITCHEN
THE NEW YORK WORLD - Sunday, December 23, 1888 The Sad Procession of Invalids Begging For the Simplest Food. Nellie Bly Visits the Wretched Homes of Some of the Sufferers. A Charity that Dispenses Nourishment to the Afflicted Poor with Liberal Hand and Irrespective of...
Nellie Bly’s World – IN QUAINT OLD ECONOMY
New York World - Sunday, January 8, 1888 There Dwells a Sect With More Millions Than Members Of the Thousand Who Followed George Rapp to America in 1805 Eighteen Now Remain—They Think the World Will End Before the Last of Them Dies—Quiet and Simple Life in a...
Nellie Bly’s World – WITH THE PRISON MATRONS
New York World - Sunday, January 13, 1889 They Tell Nellie Bly That Women Never Reform An Interesting Visit to the Big City Prisons and Talks with the Female Keepers—Matron Webb and Her Foundlings—Prisoners Who Return Again and Again—A Field Beyond the Reach of...
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Known Endings
While I'm not big on outlines, when I'm writing I find it's good to know what my ending is. Gives me a goal to shoot for. This goes both for each individual novel, and the series as a whole. I was thinking about this early this morning, as I mentally ran through the...
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Chapter EightI finished my steak and Kitty brought me another beer and we talked about all kinds of things – the weather, the town, a new horse I was thinking of buying. We’d been talking awhile when one of the two cowboys came over and asked Kitty for a dance.“She’s...
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Novel I’m Not Writing – Gunsmoke – Chapter 6
Chapter SixIt was about an hour later, and cooling off just a little. There was a breeze. Dust motes floated in the air.“Guess the funeral’s over,” said Chester.“There’ll be others,” I said.“Funny, though,” said Chester. “Now I miss that bell. Awful quiet, ain’t it?...
Novel I’m Not Writing – Gunsmoke – Chapter 5
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Novel I’m Not Writing – Gunsmoke – Chapter 4
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