Publishing
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One of the most notable after-effects of a trip to the Art Institute is that it never fails to inspire me to try my hand at art again. Now, writing has always been an obvious choice for me. I love it, I’m fairly good at it, I can’t imagine doing anything else with my life.…
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Quite often, especially lately, especially in the insanity that is being upper management for retail during the hoilday season, I find myself wishing on thing more than others. I wish I could be a faster writer. At the start of this year, when I really started to cling to the idea of self-publishing and really…
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“‘I smell Ssark on the wind,” Tayahyla said, her face made of stone. ‘That reek is unmistakeable, a hunting party, though a small one. Still, we’d better move quickly before they start taking to the idea of Human flesh to break their fast.’” As you may have realized, not only did I skipp Sunday’s Round…
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“Locke grunted, trying to hold down his irritation. ‘Men lie, Majani,’ he said, ‘and quite often, and that’s why I ask. You didn’t honestly believe us to just blindly follow anyone with enough gold into caves and secret dungeons, do you?’” I wasn’t sure if I was going to pull off a check-in post today,…
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I’ve noticed these posts where I talk about myself have been kind of popular lately, so, guess what. You’re going to get another one. I was going to take the day off from the blog today, but then I thought I’d write about my feelings instead. Lucky you. What’s prompting this sudden burst of familiar…
L.S. Engler 