Category: On Writing
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The Lull
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The new book of short stories lies fallow while I wait for jane to finish up her first course in librarianship. All the stories are spanking new, therefore, I am suspect of their quality but once again Jane will read the manuscript, make comments and suggestions and I will acquiesce or not.…
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Off The Grid: Discrepancies and Misgivings
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As I try to bring order once again to my life, I return to my writing. The second book of short stories, almost all new stories written these past few months, may go untested. That is, I may not send them out individually to online magazines for possible publication which…
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The Center Holds, He Said, He Thinks
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I see myself disenthralled by angst and anxiety; things are going ahead; Mondays seem, of late, to be the days I get up and act on my fears, putting actions into place, engaging committed strangers, now becoming acquaintances. Hopefully in another two or three weeks all this might be an…
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I Really Don’t Want to Write Anything
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Of late because of external problems exploding into our home, I have to deal, once again, with fear. The fear is grounded, of course, about an expenditure of money that I do not have. However, internally I feel that the old, often ancient measures I used to deal with fear…