Month: September 2014

  • Still Marching

    How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? – Dr. Seuss (No makeup. More than twenty-four hours since my last shower. And nursing the last of a head cold.…

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  • A Quickie

    I’m sick today. So that’s happening. But I’m pushing my way through the day, step by step. But I really just poked my head in here to give a shout out to my author friend A.J. Navarre, who is offering a short story entitled “Skin” for FREE (I like that word) on Amazon for the…

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  • On Flow

    A great post about flow and rhythm in writing, and how bad writing can make your head hurt. On Flow. via On Flow.

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  • Mondays with Moby: Chapter Three

    Entering that gable-ended Spouter-Inn, you found yourself in wide, low, straggling entry with old-fashioned wainscots, reminding one of the bulwarks of some condemned old craft. We’re now taken on a tour of the Spouter-Inn, boasting dark, “besmoked” paintings of whales attempting to impale themselves, along with all manner of saws and harpoons and other menacing…

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  • Mondays with Moby: Chapter Two

    I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpetbag, tucked it under my arm, and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific. First off, I confess that I have always wanted to own a carpetbag. That is all. Ishmael has now set off on his journey, and sets a course for New Bedford (In…

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  • How Storytime Made My Writing Better

    I didn’t take to reading out loud to my children right away. Some women read to their children while they were still in the womb, or told them stories before their eyes could focus or they were capable of forming a babbled word or two in response. I talked to my eldest daughter all the…

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  • Mondays with Moby: Chapter One

    I’ve heard a good deal of not-too-flattering things about Moby-Dick. Even as a lover of classic works of fiction, it seemed like Herman Melville’s most famous novel (Quick! Name another one of his published works in the next three seconds! No cheating!) was one of the most polarizing I had ever come across. It’s a…

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