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Category: People

  • Writers and Coffee

    There are these jokes going around that inextricably link writers with coffee shops. The two have been inextricably linked long before I first thought of being a writer. When someone says the word “writer,” our thoughts immediately place him/her in some café somewhere, listening to indie music, absorbing the aroma of coffee that has bonded…

  • Dissapointment – an IWSG post

    I’m going to try something a little different for IWSG today: Motivation! (Ah! Don’t you close this page. Yes, you. I saw you twitch your finger to go on to a different post. Stop twitching until the post is finished, please. Then you can gripe about how I wasted 10 minutes of your life.) Someone…

  • Procrastination is an Art Form

    There are multiple different types of procrastinators out there – “I’ll get to it.” He/she probably meant that at the exact second s/he said it, but will completely forget about it in roughly 5-10 minutes. My theory is that they subconsciously don’t want to do it and hope the magic fairies will take care of…

  • One of the Reasons I Write is to Make My Life Sound More Interesting

    Take, for example, my first real crime. The first time I did it and got away with it. The lessons I learned and the sordid path it started me down since then. How thievery led to murder. It all started out innocently enough: A toy here, a toy there. Picking up after the kids and…

  • This is one of the problems, I think…

    A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook…

  • A Pile of Buckets

    It’s been a more than year since I’ve really been able to write. It’s hard for me to believe that – for a number of years, I was chugging along at a reasonable clip at my writing. Not screaming fast, not even noticeably fast, but it was a steady pace. Stories were forming, plots were…