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Refugees
It really doesn’t matter whether tea is bad for plants because my pitcher is half full and I need to dump it somewhere. If the leaves wither, well, I might feel the slightest bit sorry, but I won’t cry because they’re not really mine. They were abandon and I’ve simply…
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“The secret ‘tween what’s wrong and right is mostly hidden in plain sight”
It’s a line from my book, the one I actually finished, in case you’re wondering. I periodically put lines I’ve written in my books and stories on here and on Twitter so the two who follow me too closely can Google them in hopes of learning from whence they came so they…
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Research Envy
I apologize if the title of this blog is misleading, I do not envy people who conduct research. It’s a rather arduous and dirty business actually. And sometimes there are bugs. Instead, I’m researching envy because it’s an emotion I do not have. I do sort of understand it, but…
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Deadly sins and virtues
If I must begin practicing my craft and delve my sordid soul into the depths and darkness of literacy, then I should begin my studies with something methodical if not mythical. And so the seven deadly sins — in this case seven in-depth character assessments and psychological profiles of these…
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Can I just read some more?
“No,” he says. “Well, actually you can but it’s time to stop hiding and start writing.” But, I say, Rant wasn’t very good. I mean, I got it, I tell him, but it wasn’t great. I wasn’t inspired. “All the more reason to do something better,” he says. “Wasn’t as…
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Hospice
The hose snakes across the yard, looping once or twice not moving, just pouring. Raul, the ‘Hospice Worker’ as Rachel called him for his penchant for putting other creatures out of their misery, is snapping at the water flow, his shark-like jaws and razor teeth opening and closing in rhythm,…
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Run-on
I certainly should have mentioned yesterday — being as I’m writing this for the grandchildren I’ll never meet — that Aug. 11 was the one-year anniversary of my bad fall. Broken right ankle, sprained left are all better now. I started running yesterday. Funny how quickly you can learn to…
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Devious
Twisting my ring around and around using my thumb and pinky on my left hand, I type this with my right hand, plunking randomly at the keys. It occurs to me that it’s been ever-so-long since someone, anyone has amused me in the manner of which I am accustomed. Well,…
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Mud
Standing in the middle of the yard, I roll my eyes toward the fence line, peering between my bangs and making no movement with my head. My neighbor is directly on the other side and I don’t want to alert him to my presence if he hasn’t seen me already. Tap…
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‘I write like’
The link was pinged to me by a friend, http://iwl.me/, the results of which were at the least wildly amusing (and that’s saying a lot) and at best deeply inspirational. “Who do you write like?” Simple. You put in copy you’ve written, in my case past blog posts, and it…
At Least They're Committed 