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Friday, April 30, 2010

Writing Resolution 5

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PEN IS MIGHTIER An unbelievably fat woman dressed as Princess Leia gave me a magic ballpoint pen not too long ago. I was at a writing expo, ...
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pardon the interruption

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The other day Jeff was telling me that the BBC got flooded with angry calls and emails after having one of those godless annoying pop-ups ad...
Thursday, April 29, 2010

Writing Resolution 4

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Alright, I forced myself to write a little story, then spent thrice as long making it exactly one hundred words long. Happy now, muse? FLAS...

Whoops, I forgot to write something today.

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Do I have to? It's not fun anymore.
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Writing Resolution 3

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AGELESS Cody looked closer at the little plastic square. "Ageless," it said, "Do not eat." It had come with his beef jer...
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Writing Resolution 2

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Dammit, this ended up too long too. BEYOND THE FENCE A gust of wind yanked the kite from Alexi's grasp and carried it two blocks before ...
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Monday, April 26, 2010

Writing Resolution 1

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Unfortunately, my first attempt at writing a drabble ended up being two hundred and forty words long. Damnation. And no, I'm not going t...
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Sunday, April 25, 2010

Writing Resolution Announcement

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For twenty years now, I have wanted to be a writer and have been keeping track of the fiction I write. It's been a while since I looked...
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

FixFlix 23

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You thought you'd be free of these? Never. Not while I live.
Thursday, April 15, 2010

A Sore By Any Other Name

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I just read that fans of the "Twilight" series are calling themselves Twi-hards . It strikes me as funny that their nickname is m...
Sunday, April 11, 2010

Hmm

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I wonder if I used too many quotation marks on that last post.
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