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Tag Archives: The Human Condition

Dirty Words

1. I’m starting this week with a story set in our living room sometime last week. It was getting late at the end of a very long, very busy day, and Trish and I were on the two couches in our living room, working on our computers, while Annabelle entertained herself. She wasn’t quite ready [...]

Writing in the Mirror

I started the week with fond remembrances of cliff-diving without the water. And I started that post with a link back to other stories from my childhood, exploring the far forested acres of my parents’ farm. I blamed the recent nostalgia on my childhood buddy Josh, for mentioning some of those stories on Facebook, but [...]

What I Learned About Writing This Week…from Being a Business

Today’s rant is brought to you by my most recent realization: namely, that I don’t want to be a business. I am a writer. Hear me ROAR.

On Backstory: Preschool

Yesterday I didn’t show up to work until after lunch. I was really dragging, too. I wandered down the row between offices and cubicles, waving a half-hearted response to my coworkers’ enthusiastic greetings. I made my way to my desk, fell into my chair, and then started reading office email. It wasn’t terribly interesting. I’ve [...]

What I Learned About Writing This Week…from Agatha Christie

I’ve spent the last few days getting scared out of my wits by a wholly unexpected source: Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None.