Category: writing
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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…
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Audience Unlocks Potential
From the moment my writing left the privacy of my protected document folder to make its debut to the online public, a new anxiety began seeping into my process. Will they like it? Will they like me? These blog posts — which I never thought of them as beforehand — were a way of getting…
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Infinite Monkey
Today I woke up a little late. I had a headache, and I felt dazed. Usually I like to go to the computer first thing and put in about thirty minutes of meditative writing, but the boy would wake up soon and I would have to be around to make sure he got ready for…
The Whale Belly 