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Scribble, May 16, 2017

I toured the Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum and left thinking Poe hit his head a lot and this caused melancholia and stress. Seriously, if a guy standing 5’10” fails to avoid the door head, and then hits his own head, I must surmise The Raven came out of this constant impact on Poe’s noggin. And let’s not forget the stairs; narrower, and narrower, they squeezed as I climbed close enough to hear my heartbeat.…

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Scribble, May 1, 2017

Another rejection arrived in the email. Of course, writing is not something I jumped into because it would make me rich and famous. Well, perhaps famous. But I never had the idea my writing would generate an income. I write because I feel like it. *** A Conversation “I saw these buildings as more pumpkin-like.” “They are orange.” “Yes, but they are square. You called it the pumpkin patch.” “Well, yeah.” “I saw buildings a bit…

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Scribble, April 28, 2017

I tossed Snoopy off the edge. He went flying out in the darkness on top of his dog house like the World War I Flying Ace. He continued to pound out the latest Once Upon a Time on his typewriter seemingly unconcerned about the pending thwack on the floor. Of course, I ran around the desk to scrutinize the fall. He had one missing paw and the calendar blocks scattered around him. The dog nearly…

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Scribble, April 26, 2017

I’ve been listening to writing podcasts lately. The ones I really like are Seated at the Writer’s Table and Helping Writers Become Authors. These podcasts offer advice on writing and selling. Good stuff. For fun, I like The Disney Story Origins Podcast, Myths and Legends, and Rabbits. *** I created a Patreon page as a way to keep myself on track toward my bigger writing projects. One of the first things I have learned about myself…

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Scribble April 17, 2017

“You had me at the lede.” In my past, a story would jump off the page and I immediately knew I wanted to read it. Today, the story often assumes I already care. Where is the passion? Why does the lede seem to fall flat? I’m finally figuring out why I no longer eagerly anticipate the newspaper; none of the ledes grab me. *** A Conversation “There’s blood on the sidewalk.” “A homeless guy got…

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Scribble April 13, 2017

It feels like a Friday the Thirteenth. *** Water bottle tossing should be an Olympic sport. No, not the 16-ounce bottles of plastic water. I’m talking about the five-gallon bottles men seem to be only able to wrestle to the water cooler. I used to body wrestle the bottle to the top of the cooler. But then, Sheldon taught me how to sling it in a single pass where it would land on the opening.…

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Scribble April 12, 2017

The flag carrier at the front of the parade struggled to keep the Stars and Stripes and the Gadsden Flag from crashing to the ground as the wind whipped at the top of the 30-foot flag pole. He thought perhaps agreeing to carry both flags was a poor choice. Behind him a band of cowboys and their ladies carried various flags. Children wandered away toward the street causing the mothers to pull them back. The flag carrier…

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Scribble April 10, 2017

The business of writing never ends. Sometimes, writing requires reading, thought, and daydreaming. *** Blood covered the sidewalk in front of the doorway. Something had died. But nothing showed up on the tape and the security guards knew nothing about the killing. It happened in the blind space no one talked about. They knew about the limitation of the security camera. It was a fact. The janitor could only imagine the crime as he washed the blood…

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March 31, 2017 Scribble

March 31, 2017: Clearly a lion day. The wind knocked over two trucks with a gust near 84 mph at St. Rose Parkway. *** “You should live in Vermont.” “Why would I want that?” “Vermont is a nice place for wildness.” “Nine months of snow, two months of mosquitoes, and only two tolerant months.” “There’s all the maple syrup you can eat.” “I don’t even like pancakes.” “Maybe you should try a stack with some real maple…

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March 29, 2017 Scribble

Worse than letting everything I write drop in the wastebasket, the blog deleted some posts. Some really good stuff too! Reminds me of the time I wrote 2,500 words for a magazine only to have the computer flash and die. All of those thoughtful words were gone. I madly wrote it again and the second time it was better; Less superfluous verbiage and more succinct in style. This is a space to write, explore, and make…

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