Tag: Writing
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I recently posted about one day seeing my book on a shelf. “One can dream, can’t he?” It was meant to be a light, half-joking wink. But the truth is, there’s always that moment after I post something like that where I think, What if this is embarrassing? What if this is delusional? What exactly…
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I sat there in that cramped seat, shifting my weight around, trying any position possible to find comfort. I don’t think airplane seats used to be this small, but every year I think they close in by another half inch. Either that, or my waist is expanding by that same measurement. We’ll go with the…
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I sat at the table last night, staring at the backlit screen, cursor blinking after the last word I had written more than a day ago. I stared, waiting on inspiration to strike, the self-imposed deadline I set weighing heavily in the back of my mind. If I don’t write at least 1,000 words tonight,…
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I sat in front of my MacBook yesterday, staring blankly at the screen, reaching deep within to find the words I wanted to write. No matter how hard I tried, or how deeply I reached, forward progress eluded me. No words were written that day. It got me thinking about the perfect conditions for creativity.…