Twenty Minutes of Artie

For the past few weeks, I have been attending a writing group. Four writers–of which I am one–are given a prompt and twenty minutes to write. The rules are really guidelines and the guidelines are fairly malleable. In many ways, it’s felt like an exercise in writing hard and fast for twenty minutes. I thought […]

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“No, I am not sick.”

Every winter, we are forced to spend more time in enclosed spaces due to our warm-blooded nature and in an effort not to freeze to death. Our energies bring us into closer-than-usual contact with one another allowing those germs and viruses to be shared. Invariably, we pass around colds, fevers, stomach bugs, and other maladies. […]

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The Sun Broke over the Horizon

Yesterday was a very good writing day. It was the first real cohesive and productive day I’ve had in a while. I crossed over the 85K-word mark, which unlike other mileposts, puts the finishing line in sight. When I hit the 85,000th word (incidentally, the word was “translation”), my mind pulled up the image of […]

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Quick Update

It’s been nine days since I have typed away at this blog. (I’m not blogging now, merely updating.) Take a minute to look at my second piece published at elephant journal. It’s all about love. I have entries in at thirteen (of fifteen) contests. About half are a short story; the balance are excerpts from […]

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3:56 am — Again and Finally

This is the 100th day in a row I have written here. Every day since October 25th, I have taken my place in front of my laptop to share a thought or observation with whomever clicks through from Facebook or Twitter, gets an email notification, or stumbles across a link elsewhere. In these past 100 […]

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Are You Mad at Me?

Remember back when you were mired in teenage angst and told your parents about a friend who was “ignoring” you for “some reason” but you didn’t know what or why? Can you recall that feeling of anxiety, almost fear, sitting in your center and possessing your thoughts over what you could have possibly done to […]

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