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Writing behind the scenes

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There are so many reasons I write. I love the creative aspect of writing. I love the way my brain works when I’m on the keyboard. I love words. And

Dream

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What great big dreams are packaged up in your little heart? Do you have some? I know you do. Are they secret? Are they known? I am quick to share

I’m loving this tiny little space

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Can I just say how much I’m loving this little blog of mine? My five minute, unedited, tiny little space for a few words a day. Yes, it’s sometimes frustrating

Writing every day

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I’m kinda amazed that I’ve been writing now every day for two adn a half months. (Good job, Adriel.) I definitely think some posts have been better than others. (Some

See ya. I’m outta here.

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I’m closing shop for here folks. Me and the fam? We’re headed out bush for a week of camping. No phone service. No interwebs. No FACEBOOK. (How will I cope?)

Tiny little blog fail

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When I wait until the end of the day to write I end up serving up leftovers. *Head bowed in embarrassment.* I had several “aha!” moments today as I went

The one that’s not about Morocco

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When I imagine the prefect space for writing, two images come to mind. One is a second story cafe in Newington Green, London. It’s a bit dark, a bit smokey,

My inner critic

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Apparently sixth grade was a big year for me: The year I learned about autism. The year I did my first volunteering (outside of a church setting at least). The

Thank God for 12th grade English

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By teh time I was a senior in high school, I was pretty over it. I had all of my credits finished the year before and had begun taking classes

I write to remember

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There are many reasons I write. I write because I enjoy it. I also write because I’m good at it. (And don’t we all like to do things we’re good

A stupid little poem

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Roses are rred Violets are blue Blogging on my phone Is hard to do My eyes are all squinty My fingers feel fat And I’m sitting in bed Saying DANG