Tag: being a writer
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A Place to Land
Julia Cameron says, “You don’t have to be in the ‘mood’ to write…just write.” I know there are words that want to be written, but they seem far away. Living solo it’s easy to slip into these quiet phases, but for a writer it can also be dangerous. There’s a stack of cards by Sacred…
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The Voice
Standing at the counter, I was speaking with the girl seated on the other side. She was staring at the computer screen, checking all the boxes for my dog to stay overnight. I was carrying on a polite conversation with the woman while feeling completely at ease. I looked around to see a woman standing…
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The Draft Folder
It’s not enjoyable for me to have an overflowing draft folder on this blogsite, but then again I don’t like clutter and a collection of drafts feels like clutter. This year I began experimenting with doing things differently and the draft folder was one of them, so maybe you’ll find this helpful. We never know…
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The Story Room
October is my birthday month, but my actual birthday was Monday, the 14th. I took the week off work and it wasn’t as difficult as imagined, but I missed it some. This showed me that I love what I do and get paid to do what I love. My daughter and her boyfriend came to…
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Calloused
When I was a kid, the men in my family had calloused hands and Daddy had a row of callouses on the palms of each hand from continually gripping things, especially a shovel, or axe. Back then, callouses were evidence of hard work. I was grateful for the winter to wear long sleeves, but now…
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Dormant
The young girl with a love for fairytales had matured into a woman. It took decades to become this woman and there was so much more ‘becoming’ left to do. She had grown to love and admire this warrior/woman challenging her reflection in the mirror, flashing that sheepish grin that has others asking, “What is…
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A Clean Window
A single, blue strip of painter’s tape ran along the bottom of the glass pane of the window. I have no idea why it was there and to add to the mystery, it was stuck to the outside of the glass. It had absorbed years of Texas sun and looked to be baked on while…
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Use Every Room
This post was sitting in drafts but most of it was copied over and published as, ‘Believer’. Here’s a snippet of what’s left. I’m sitting smack in the middle of my daughter’s old room while writing this. Mainly because it’s the coolest room in the house this time of day. In the late afternoon, the…
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The Golden Cup
I published this post and pulled it back into drafts to rewrite it because it wasn’t meant to be about coffee. It’s about life and similar to the quality in a cup of coffee, the quality of life is in how you make it. I really did buy a new coffee gadget and am still…
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Believer
The book was interesting the first time I read it. I enjoyed reading his life story, but didn’t agree with everything he said. I just chalked it up to the difference between men and women because every ounce of Stephen King is a man, when in reality…I wasn’t ready to hear what he was trying…
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On Being a Writer
On Thanksgiving Day my new neighbor brought over a dish filled with their Thanksgiving feast to share. In the four years of living here, that has not happened, so I was touched by their thoughtfulness and generosity. They have surmised I live alone, but don’t know very much about me, so I typed them a…
