Category: musings
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A Ramble on Writing Violence
I spent the morning writing a story from start to finish. It began as a fairy tale, an old woman and her granddaughter living in a secluded cottage in the woods, blah blah blah, then it devolved into rape, torture, insanity, and murder. Afterwards I went on a run and couldn’t figure out what was…
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The Thursday before Good Friday
Well, no story comes to mind. Time to move the fingers. It’s a pretty day. Cool outside, blue sky, some breezes coming and wiping everything clean. The wife weeded the garden and planted a few more azeleas and some other fragrant plants that I don’t know the name of, but with waxy deep green leaves…
The Whale Belly 