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three books that i like
A few people have asked me why I haven’t uploaded a recommended books list of some sort, and after some consideration I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t really know. Generally speaking, I believe that your appreciation for a written work is personal. If you read something and like it, that’s great—that’s what reading…
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writing exercise #5 – memories of a lake
They loved Ford’s Lake as kids. It was a blue-gray smear of water surrounded by heavy rocks and wilted trees, tired fishermen and smoking teenagers dotting the shore, but Minnie and Sam weren’t there for the view. As soon as the van came to a stop the two would jump out, dance across cracked, hot…
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writing exercise #4 – a date for two
The dirty glass door clanged open, and Lenny the manager shot an annoyed look over. “Don’t slam the damn thing,” he said. “Easy, Lenny,” the man said. “It’s just me.” He wore a tight shirt covered by a leather jacket. In one hand he held the stub of a finished cigarette, and in the other…
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writing exercise #3 – man vs yogurt
The last yogurt is missing from the fridge. After a few minutes of rummaging through the shelves, I decide to look in the trash, and there it is; a plastic container lies amidst garbage, the inside scraped clean. I take a few deep breaths and walk into the living room, marching straight up to the…
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writing exercise #2 – Pops is dead!
Carlton was never on time, and he certainly wasn’t today. He steps out of his sports sedan at five minutes past noon and, seeing the two of us already seated outside, impatiently strides over. He has on a horribly colored Hawaiian shirt and shorts that expose way too much of his fleshy legs. “A coffee,…
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writing exercise #1 – “Everlong”
The first time I hear “Everlong” by the Foo Fighters, I’m in the middle of an hour-long bus drive headed back home. It’s nearly empty at this time of night; the only passenger besides me and Jonah is a sleeping man in the back, so knocked out that even the blare of a passing car…
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