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    Challenge Day 3: Too early to cheat?

    Is it bad that it’s only Day 3 and I’m already cheating? I had planned to spend part of the morning revising my book, and then let my fingers fly across the keyboard for 500 words or so to complete my blog post today. I’d be done in no time, have witty stuff to say and not have to worry about it this evening. Didn’t happen. By late morning, I had revised about half the prose I had hoped, with no words captured for my blog, when a phone call pulled me to work and separated me from my day’s creative ventures. That said, I came home late and worked…

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    Challenge Day 2: Finding My Direction

    I’m a morning writer. I wake up with ideas and inspiration, but by the time I get around to writing, the prolific words dissipate and are lost in a creative abyss. With witty words on the lam, I rely on confessions as a means of fulfilling my promise to write daily. Therefore, a confession, but please don’t tell anyone. No, I mean, really… don’t tell anyone. Here goes: I saw a movie today. This three-dimensional showing didn’t have a compelling plot or far-reaching character arc. It is a documentary. Yep. You guessed it. I knew you would. I’m so ashamed.┬áPlease, don’t tell anyone my secret. Wait… you, in the back……

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    The Sanity Project: To Lose or Not To Lose

    This is a transitional post, bridging my thoughts, actions and writings. First, some updates. If anyone follows my Facebook news feed, my stress from the past few weeks is no mystery. The anxiety began with an eighteen-year-old son homeless in New York City, desperately searching for an apartment, continued with taking over the apartment search and negotiations, and finalized with that eighteen-year-old growing a year older in that big city without family… to be more exact… without me. On Monday the 26th, the day after that son’s birthday, I celebrated my 45th year on this planet… with severe abdominal pains… and a trip to the emergency room. Two days later,…