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“You didn’t get here by conjugating verbs,” he says.
"No,” I say. “I didn’t get here that way.”
My brother always liked to be a tough guy. And a wise guy, too. It didn’t matter to me.
"Hey,” he says. “You know how you got he
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My wife’s voice behind me says, “Where did you get that godawful tee shirt?”
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Is there one who understands me?
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I sprawl, I spill and I splutter
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The serious writer is working on his first novel.
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Writers, hopeful ones, hopeless ones, poets and petty penmen, worked as bartenders, librarians, substitute teachers, anything.
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"An inquiry into submission 245,789 will now commence," said the one in charge. "Sir, you have been before us many times. Please start from the beginning."
"I first met her when I worked in central processing. She was ordinary; in fact, I almost passe
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The serious writer has a hamster. The hamster is dying.
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All eyes aim towards the heavens.
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I am a struggling, creative-minded professional who spends way too much time in my own creative mind.
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1. Read a lot of books as a child. 2. If you are reading this and you are not a child any more, you will probably need to go back in time. 3. Invent a time machine. 4. Since you are a creative type, and use primarily the right side of your brain, your math and science…
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More and more, incoherent masses of letters scroll through my mind. Ideas struggle to form. Flashes of images flit rapidly in front of my mind’s eye. There are fish, mountains, presents, forests, mirrors - a menagerie of meaningless symbols march pas
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I seem to be at a crisis in this cursed writing life of mine[exclamation point] I am too depressed to squeeze another uncannily inspiring observation out of my pert[comma] sassy self[semi-colon] I waiver hysterically between feverish confidence and a pai
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At one point he’d said: Don’t you have work to do? And she’d said: I’m doing it now.
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When you purchased this stone-backed cottage with its iron-flanked façade and ten untidy acres fronting an abandoned trail, you knew you’d buy a horse. It had been a dream of yours as far back as childhood.
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