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Category: Playing with words
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A collection of colorful bags and pieces of luggage grows beside me. Today's the day I take TG back to campus to start the spring semester. Wasn't it just a few days ago that we carried all of those bags down from the car? Christmas break went by so fast. At the beginning of it…
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According to my resolved writing-career strategy for the new year, the first ten pages of my children's book should be dusted off, attached to an email and on its way to an agency by now. I'm sure you can guess from that sentence that my plan has gone awry. The time to begin writing an…
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I knew what I wanted. To lay words on page, one after another. Words that twisted and turned but always moved forward through the life of my great-great grandfather, allowing my readers to experience the adventures, heartbreaks and joys of his life. Most of all, I wanted to lay the last word. To say "It's done."…
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A rumble of thunder and whisper of rain woke me in the night. It continues today, another steady, soaking rain falling from a colorless sky. We've had enough rain in the past few weeks that I almost take it for granted, despite the months of drought. Almost, but not quite. Waking to the sound of…
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"A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people." ~ Thomas Mann If that's so, then I'm definitely a writer. There are times when writing isn't just difficult for me – it's pure hell. But other times it's heaven, and that's why I stand here in January of…
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O Sunrise, splendor of light eternal and sun of righteousness:Come and enlighten those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death. This sunrise was a gift, a splash of tangerine through my window reminding me that light conquers darkness, that each new day is a promise fulfilled, a gift to savor. I rose at 4:30 this…
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According to my calendar, I'm in Galveston right now, visiting my friend Ann, finally getting to see the cute little Victorian house she's fixing up and browsing through some wonderful eclectic shops. Things don't always go according to plan, though, do they? Instead of strolling the tourist-free beaches and staying up late talking and laughing…
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On soft mornings cotton candy clouds floating in a pastel blue sky the wind and the trees laughing and talking and singing all around me, I open wide the windows feel the brisk autumn breeze whoosh into every corner carrying away all the bits of darkness and doubt and worry leaving only energy and…
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Writers, especially those trying to write at a desktop in the middle of the livingroom in a houseful of people, know you have to learn to tune everything out around you. And anyone who works from home and hopes to accomplish anything at all has to learn to ignore laundry, dishes, dust… I've…
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This morning the sun's red-orange fingertips barely touched the horizon when I stepped out onto the road for my walk. Belle and Max, prancing in the pre-dawn darkness just beyond the French doors, had convinced me not to wait until daylight. A rowdy wind whipped down the road, whistling through the trees and playing with…
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