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I headed off for my walk before the sun even kissed the tops of the trees in the hollow today. The full moon started the magic of the morning…when I emerged from the bedroom, I was greeted with moonlight that splashed across the back deck and reached into the house through the French doors. I hurried to…
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I expected a stormy afternoon. Instead, blue skies and a brisk wind greeted me when I stepped outside after work…invigorating weather that makes you want to forget about to-do lists and go hiking in the woods. So that's what I did when I got home – I joined Tom and the boys for a walk…
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The moment comes when a character does or says something you hadn't thought about. At that moment he's alive and you leave it to him. (Graham Greene, Advice to Writers) No, I'm not at that point yet. But the words are coming quicker…I can close my eyes and pull the world of my story around…
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My first class is behind me, thank goodness. I really didn't know what to expect, even though I'm the teacher as well as the student. Actually, I didn't know what to expect because the teacher-me still hadn't quite figured out how it should go… Should I spend the entire time writing? If so, how much…
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Something about the start of a new school year always fires me up - I find myself making resolutions, setting goals, and getting organized as if it were New Year's Eve! I think about starting projects that have been pushed from season to season and ultimately ignored all year, as if I have to get them done right NOW! Maybe it's leftover…
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Using my cell phone as a flashlight, Tom and I followed a dirt trail through oaks and junipers. A string of lights blinked at us through the boughs – a beacon in the darkness. I couldn't believe we forgot a flashlight. Or that I had worn my flip-flops. But we still worked our way up the steep rocky…
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…it's more than I had at the beginning of the semester. What I turned in last night resembles a screenplay in the same way a lump of clay resembles a sculpture; I still have a LOT of work ahead of me. But…I did it. I twisted and tucked and pruned my great-great grandfather's experiences into a…
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…give or take a few years. That's where I'll be the next two weeks, if anyone is looking for me. My screenplay deadline is growing large…and hairy…with fangs dripping blood…and huge sharp claws…and…okay, that's enough. But it is starting to resemble a gigantic monster that can only be appeased by (many) more pages of screenplay…
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There's that old saying…"an uncluttered desk is an uncluttered mind"…or something like that. It must be true because last night I stayed up late sorting through the pyramids of paper on my desk and serving bar (that's where the mail and all the extra stuff I pull out of my purse and work bag lands), sorting and tossing accordingly, and whaddaya know,…
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You know how, when you start a new workout, or add something new to whatever you're already doing, and the next day you can feel it…you can feel those new muscles screaming in pain when you walk up the stairs, bend over, or even sit on the toilet…and even more when you try to stand up…
Long Hollow 