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Return to Paper

My laptop will be leaving me tomorrow. It has a small crack in the palm rest and I am sending it away to be fixed. I have been told it will take seven to ten business days, though all they have to do is pop off the top case and put a new one on. … Continue reading

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Damage

The discovery of Writer, Rejected‘s “Literary Rejections on Display” blog yesterday set into motion a series of thoughts in my demented head. First, commiseration. I feel you, Writer, Rejected. It sucks. And at the same time it can also be really, really funny. Heart-wrenchingly funny. The kind of funny that gives you nosebleeds. I felt … Continue reading

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After the Weekend

We returned to the city last night. As you may have guessed from my “Fictions” post below, my so-called writing retreat turned into more of a weekend of not so much writing as relaxing (i.e., reading, swinging in the hammock, watching the pond, taking a languid nap on the couch). Also checking my email and … Continue reading

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Fictions

I write enough to merit being a writer. No one could say I am wasting my life away. I am deep enough into a novel that I will not try to pull myself out. I am not going to restart the novel AGAIN. I am confident. I still believe I will make it. I will … Continue reading

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Such Quiet

While the world goes on at home—the familiar noise, the banging, the whoops, the heels on floorboards, the stumbles on stairs, the sirens, the honks, the car alarms going off again, the incessant buzzing of someone who wants to get into the building but doesn’t live here, our neighbor slamming her door then forgetting something … Continue reading

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Hello

Hello, spot against the wall. It feels like it’s been such a long time since I sat at this table, with the time to write whatever I want. Really it’s been about a week, but that week had enormous proportions. It was a week in which I felt barely a thought of my own, just … Continue reading

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Limping Through to Next Weekend

I have made it through the weekend. I write this early Monday morning. I have finished not one but two enormous freelance deadlines, working more hours in the day than I normally do during the week at work, dragging myself around, forcing myself to keep going, because when someone says the deadline is Monday I … Continue reading