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Nearly every writer is familiar with William Faulkner’s infamous advice to kill your darlings in writing. In general, it’s never really taken at the face value to mean to kill off your characters, but rather as a way of saying that cutting out some particularly beloved aspect of your writing will ultimately make it a…
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This post is going up a lot later than usual, I know, but at least it’s actually going up, unlike the last two RoW80 check ins. It’s not so much that I’ve been forgetting or that I’ve had nothing to report; quite the opposite, actually. I’ve just been very busy with a social life and…
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Sometimes, one of the biggest challenges in my life is the fact that I tend to work best on a particular schedule. I have a certain way of doing things, and when that method is disrupted, for whatever reason, it’s sometimes difficult for me to get back on track. Lately, there’s been a lot of…
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“‘Yes, some people died. But let’s not pretend these are the first people to die in the interests of commerce. Let’s not pretend there’s a company in this room that hasn’t had to put profit above human life at some point. We make cars we know some people will die in. We make medicine that…
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My brief mini-vacation has come to an end, and while it was enjoyable and productive, it will be nice to attempt to go back to things as usual again. Granted, I still have a friend visiting for the next couple of weeks, but she’s an early riser like I am (actually, she’s Dutch, and she’s…
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I was tentative in taking my first sips of coffee this morning, dreading a repeat of yesterday’s bizarre occurance, but, as I leaned over to draw in the life giving force, I found all was good and back to normal. Hooray! Now if only I could get some freakin’ water pressure out of the shower……
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A terrible thing has happened today. As I write this, I sit in anticipation as I attempt to fix a very dire and serious problem. For you see, this morning, as I type this, I am currently without coffee. My roommate and I have been doing a lot of cleaning to prepare for some visitors…
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>”The Waiting. It became a distinct, tangible thing, as individual and real as Bread or Water. How long would he be in? How long would he be in? Night and day, asleep and waking, he worried it, and by his bunk saw waiting the figure of Waiting, a gray, foul ghost.” “It Can’t Happen Here”…
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Progress has come a slow crawl, a snail’s pace, moving as swiftly as molasses in January. Any report on how Serpent in a Cage has been going will be a report in minutia, as this week has been a very odd (but good!) week on several social and occupational levels, which means that I have…
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