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Resolutions, Challenges, and Status Quo

Written on January 2, 2018

December 31, 2017 (early, before the wine) My diary is blank. I have no resolutions to scribe, nor or there any challenges intriguing enough to tempt me to kick status quo to the curb. Why mess with mediocracy when it works. No point in adding strife or braving the underbelly of life when it comes…

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When You Are Fighting the Blank Page

Written on July 13, 2017

Step Into the Ring When I come to the blank page, it’s not always a Hemingway moment for me. Often, I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet, with clenched fists dangling at my side. A light layer of sweat gathers over my brow as I prepare to enter the ring with Muhammad Ali. My…

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10 Habits to Improve Your Writing

Written on July 13, 2017

The Key to Improving Your Writing The usual suspects: Read and when you can’t read, listen to books. Your writing improves the more you read. Write every day. If you struggle with the daily commitment, write as often as possible, making your irregular schedule a homecoming, a haven from the impossibility of your life. Writing…

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Harvesting Your Memories

Written on July 13, 2017

Keeping a Journal of Memories On my drive into the office this morning I crooned along with Adele singing Bonnie Raitt’s, I Can’t Make You Love Me. My eyes filled faster than my lungs emptied. ‘Cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t Here…

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My Forever Love

Written on June 4, 2017

Why are you not speaking? Not saying what you’re thinking Never expressing from the heart Disregarding what is the truth? I see you walking ‘round Looking up and down Standing still in the commotion Swirling and speaking half-truths. In the lies, where I reside Beyond the fiction, behind Conviction just left of fact, I know you…

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The Weight of Words

Written on June 4, 2017

I find the weight of words both intoxicating and a burden. I don’t just read the words on the page; I dissect them. I see the possible hidden meanings behind the words. I never knew I saw beyond the surface. I wish I didn’t.

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