writing
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I was actually a little bit surprised to find that, last week, I was having a very difficult time trying to think of things to write. I have my list of goals to keep me on track, and even those were feeling a little forced, a trial to really push and get the bare minimum…
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Maybe it was finishing up The Best American Short Stories 2008 recently, but yesterday, while bogged down with incredibly dreary weather, a slow day at one job and a long meeting at the other, I noticed a lot of the little, bizarre, quirky, and just plain strange things around me that made for great inspiration…
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“‘If you steal from one author, it’s research; if you steal from many…it’s research.” -Wilson Mizner. Let us fall into aphorisms for a moment and consider the suggestion that imitation is the best form of flattery. I know that I have a…well, you could call it a knack, you could call it a bad habit…of…
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On my way home from work yesterday, I got a call from my roommate, who had news so exciting, it couldn’t wait the ten minutes it usually takes for me to travel from point A to point B, and shortly after I arrived, we went out to one of our favorite restaurants to celebrate her…
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“With a flash of red spreading across her face as bright as the flower in her dark hair, Awngel’s eyes widened and she looked poised to slap him. ‘Locke Mandrake Battarack,’ she said stiffly. ‘You are extremely crude.’ ‘But am I incorrect?’ Locke countered, with a plaintive shrug to show that he didn’t have the…
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This morning, I was suffering a little bit of dilemma in my uncertainly whether or not to post the blog today. Clearly, the answer to that particular conundrum turned up positive for the posting, especially since I realized that the indecisiveness itself was a worthy topic for my mindset. You see, today is one of…
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This morning, something very exciting and momentous occurred. I unplugged my laptop from its previous spot in the living room downstairs, marched up three flights of stairs into our new second floor apartment, and set it down in the table in our bright kitchen, sunlight pouring in through the wide windows, and did all my…
L.S. Engler 