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Writing Life

My writing formula

June 16, 2009

If I’m ever going to become a writer, I will have to accept that someone else’s formula for writing won’t work for me.  I have to be myself because I am unique, and I want to write in hopes that there is someone else in the world just a little bit like me.

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Someday a Lion

May 29, 2009

Twenty-six years old and I am dead.  My heart still beats.  I still breathe in Oxygen and expire Carbon Dioxide.  All my vital functions are strong, but I know that it is a facade.
My spirit is flat.
I approach my dreams with equal doses of conceit and self-doubt.  My villans do battle on my shoulder–the screaming [...]

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I’m dreaming of summer.

January 28, 2009

The sun is shining in my dining room window.  I’m watching the snow-melt drip off the roof above the window.  The branches on the apple tree are also dripping as last night’s snow turns to liquid and drips down onto the snow below.  The yard is blanketed in three feet of snow, and I’m sitting [...]

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Building Cathedrals

January 23, 2009

Next time someone asks you what you do at home all day, you can answer, “I’m building cathedrals.” The text that follows is slightly different than the video, but the message is the same:
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk [...]

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How Not to Be a Writer

January 22, 2009

I dream of being a writer.  I mean I guess I am a writer since I write, but I dream of being a writer whose work has the publishers stamp of approval.
“Write what you know.” That’s the advice all the writing teachers, magazines, websites give out.  With that advice, all I feel like I am [...]

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