How this high-tech notebook is helping me write.

I have always hated writing on the computer. I think I type faster than I can put a concrete sentence together, so more often than not I find my work faulty if I put the first draft directly into Scrivener. I have no problem editing on the computer because it is so much easier, and […]

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50 Word Friday #18: Pages

Sometimes pages fly by as words seem to float down from my mind onto the page. Sometimes they are dry and brittle, like a desert without water. Sometimes a page is just a page, and when I look at it I see the possibility of both wind and earth inside.

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50 Word Friday #17: Submission

Sweaty fingers hover anxiously over computer keys. The harried writer rereads the work yet again. Is she within the word count? Are the font, line spacing, and header as requested? Better check that one sentence to make sure it isn’t a comma splice. Ready? Ready as she’ll ever be. Submit.

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50 Word Friday #16: Tinker

Bend. Fix. Knot. Glue. To make it better than new. Saw. Tie. Wrench. Many tools lay within reach on the bench. Hands covered in grease and paint struggle to unmask (improve) the latest conundrum brought to him by iron and steel. What will it become by the time he’s done?

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50 Word Friday #15: Pearl

Something beautiful came from something insidious. That little moon, nestled in the creases of your hand is there because life always struggles towards survival. Turn it this way and that, this little speck of celestial imitation. Iridescent, isn’t it? A masterful harmony of ocean and sky there for the taking.

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5 things about me that have nothing to do with writing

I say I don’t have a caffeine addiction…but I do. I love coffee. I used to try and tell people that I could live without it, but I’m wrong. I can go without it if we’re camping or doing something where coffee isn’t readily available, and I don’t get the “withdrawal” symptoms that people talk about […]

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50 Word Friday #14: City

The city lights glint off the wet roads as I turn onto the freeway. I watch the lights disappear around the corner as I head for the mountains. The freedom of the snowy mountains so close to the convenience of the city seems impossible. The freedom is much more alluring.

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