Category: Writing

Someone once told me that you should pick up after yourself, even at the workplace, especially at the workplace because then people will think you are a major slob and will spread rumors about you. I wish that was the case, someone got their comeuppance, when I heard a story about ants when I was

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There were spots on the doors I couldn’t see earlier. I had come into this particular room, full of black and white photographs hung on the walls in asymmetrical order. When I first came into this room with black walls facing one direction and white walls facing another direction, I didn’t know at the time

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I don’t know about you, as a writer, but I love to start new stories about three to four pages in and then it sort of sits there. I’m struggling still with my second novel idea. I quit working on my third novel idea. I got inspiration from a few books I’m sporadically reading and

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Snow doesn’t fall in the summertime as rain rarely falls in the wintertime when there is snow on the ground. The trees are heavy with the whiteness. The powder turns yellow over time from dogs and a black from car exhaust. By springtime, I wish it didn’t snow at all. The pristine image of fresh

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