Tag: editing
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My (hopefully) triumphant return
Well, I’m back. Before I start this….is anyone listening?? It’s been so long I feel like I’m in an underground bunker, desperately manning the radio and sending out Morse code, hoping someone else survived the global nuclear meltdown. My last post was – good golly – on Oct 31st, appropritaly titled “I only come out…
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Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 61
1. September 22nd. It’s officially fall. And it couldn’t be a better first, fall morning at 8am. It’s dark and deeply overcast. It’s cool, and already there are brown leaves scattered across the lawn. The rain is steady, soft drifts of it coming down. It patters with a metallic thunk on the cars, drips and…
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Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 60
1. I think contentedness is better than happiness. Or maybe I simple prefer the word content to happy. Both are emotions. But happiness evokes a evokes a certain vibe, a style, an emotion that demands certain mannerisms. Happiness is energy. Happiness is yellow. Happiness can feel frail, always on the verge of flying away, forgetting…
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I am not dead, presumed or otherwise
My grand return to blogging and social media has begun. Where am I??? Where have I been??? Who have I been?? (Who have I been?? Getting a little too existential there.) In October of 2019, I gave up on Twitter for some reason. I gave up on Instagram in 2020 for some reason (maybe it…
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March Wrap Up (at least it wasn’t like last March)
Well, we got through the anniversary of the pandemic. While this March was better than March 2020 for me personally (though March 2020 was such a low point that it’s really a terrible rating scale), world over March 2021 was still pretty bad, so…….alright we’ll get off the depressing train. *disembarks* I’m happy it’s April…
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Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 50
1. The crescent moon was smoky in the sky. Hanging in a shrouded mist like a Cheshire Cat’s smile. ~ The mist sat low and thick and heavy over the rooftops, whitened by a recent layer of frost. (it was really misty the other day ok) 2. “He shimmied past.” “She shimmied up the rain…
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Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 49
1. So I used to work at a toy store (for 4 years). As anyone who has worked retail can tell you, “I’ve seen some things.” It was late. Or it probably wasn’t so late. It was fall, so it could have been 4 pm yet it was pitch black outside. And here comes in…
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October Wrap Up: woodland kings, revisions, and one slow reader
So just realized that I didn’t do an October wrap up last week because it slipped my mind because A: NaNoWriMo and B: I guess I don’t want October to end but it is over so here we go. (Pause: did I ever tell you Midwest weather is insane?? Because right now it is *checks…
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September Wrap Up (aka NaNoWriMo is almost upon us)
IT’S OCTOBER. YAY FALL. *flings bats and leaves in the air* *catches the bats before they fall because if they fall on the ground they can’t fly up again and they die* It’s October which means pumpkins and flannels and tea and pumpkins and leather jackets and adventures and moodiness and *really should stop talking…
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Saturday Morning Post Vol. 32
Let me tell you a story about a writer endlessly wandering her neighborhood. It’s the height of the lockdown. April 59th. (Or was it March 33rd?). I feel like I remembering it being warm so it could by May 41st. But also….like I can remember when the lockdown began but not when it actually ended…
Bernadette Benda 