Category: my life
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Friday’s Findings
One of my former co-workers has more free time because he is quarantined at home. For the past few years, he has been telling me about the fantasy novel he’s been working no, but with his job and family, he hadn’t had much time to work on it. Now he’s been catching up on his…
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Friday’s Findings
During this period of COVID-19 crisis, each person who writes finds himself or herself in his own unique situation. Some are furloughed from work. Some are working at jobs considered essential. Some who write full-time already may not find their writing routine changed much. I am blessed to have a job during this time. Fortunately,…
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Don’t Be Afraid. Don’t Be Very Afraid.
Ever since Jeff Goldblum’s character uttered those words in the 1986 film The Fly, he has inspired people to use them in a humorous but sincere way to express anxiety about a current situation. That includes many aspiring writers I see on social media who are afraid “their WIP will not be well received. I…
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Dogged Decision
I’ve decided to retire from dog sitting. It’s a side job I’ve been doing for years—decades, really. I still love dogs. I still love dog sitting. Something, however, has changed. Maybe I want to concentrate more on writing; I mean I can still do that when I am at someone else’s house taking care of…
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What Will You Be Reading This Year?
“If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.” Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft I’ve come across this tip for writers by Stephen King in many places, but I’ll never forget the first time I came across it in his…
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Surprise Appendectomy!
Usually, on Fridays i post Fridays Findings. But yesterday I had to go the hospital because I was in pain. I thought I was having severe indigestion or something worse but it ended up being my appendix. So, I’m sitting in the recovery room feeling much better now that it’s out of my body. Yes…
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W.I.P. Update: 08.14.18
My laptop died–the one on which I wrote my fiction. The death did not surprise. The computer, nicknamed ‘Bruthie,’ had been running slow the last couple of months. had served me well. Black duct tape–black to match its color–had held together the left side for the past couple of years. I should have retired…

