Tag: writing
group name: theopenjournal
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October 08, 2007 09:39 AM EDT --
People are always asking me what it takes to do what I do...to be a writer. Since I'm assuming these people have probably written something – something specific – then what they are . . . more
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November 24, 2007 01:58 PM EST --
This isn't beautiful anymore.
It doesn't inspire, doesn't even ache
and there is nothing of poetry left in it
except this last one that marks
the tired ebbing away of a shore battered . . . more
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August 27, 2007 05:53 PM EDT --
Carolyn stepped back onto the cool grass. The black silk of her skirt swished against the blades.
“Mommy…can we go now?” came a quiet voice. . . . more
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September 28, 2007 11:58 AM EDT --
Hello friends,
I hope everyone is well. I wrote a letter yesterday, under the guidance of Amnesty International (amnestyusa.org), to President Bush with regards to the horrific human rights violations . . . more
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January 16, 2008 05:16 PM EST --
I just finished the final edits on my second book? Note to Self: On Keeping a Journal and Other Dangerous Pursuits ?which is due out in July. There were a few sections that my editor and I decided weren't . . . more
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November 18, 2007 09:54 AM EST --
Budding writers get a lot of advice - some of it good, some of it bad, a lot of it indifferent. But one thing you can always count on is that it's going to be abundant. So I'll toss my two cents . . . more
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August 16, 2007 05:36 PM EDT --
Clackity clack. Rat-a-tat-tat
All along the tracks
Gently swaying with the slightest bend
Journey forward or traveling back
Where in time…
The voice was gone with the passing. . . . more
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January 22, 2007 11:25 PM EST --
The wind brushes the lace curtain against the side of my face as I peer out my window. The silence is almost eerie, the night captured in a snapshot of the moon to be hidden in a photograph album . . . more
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May 09, 2007 06:58 AM EDT --
Untitled
They say that tomorrow is as yet unwritten
yet each day for me is a repetition of yesterday
and predicting my own future is as simple
As recollecting my sordid . . . more
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September 26, 2007 07:52 PM EDT --
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September 28, 2006 10:51 AM EDT --
Yesterday I was having a test ran on my heart. I sat in the procedure room listening to the beep of the monitor. Each beep tracking the beats of my heart each beat to be thankful for, right? I sat thinking . . . more
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September 12, 2007 07:00 AM EDT --
"O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?"
-Edgar Allan Poe
She awoke abruptly . . . more
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February 21, 2008 09:18 PM EST --
For many years, I held the reasonable attitude that journaling was a cruel form of malicious torture, thought up by mean English teachers seeking revenge on their wicked students.
I can't . . . more
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September 01, 2007 10:59 AM EDT --
It was late September. I had just returned from vacation when the phone call came. A friend and I had visited Seattle, then flown to Juneau to catch an 11-day cruise back to Seattle, stopping all along . . . more
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August 30, 2007 02:12 PM EDT --
As my due date approached, I was both elated and exhausted. Elated because, after three miscarriages (and five years), I was finally going to have the baby I wanted so badly. Exhausted because I was the . . . more
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October 09, 2007 05:46 PM EDT --
True story.
A few years ago, I got a call one day completely out of the blue.
"Kate, my name is April Such-and-such," said a snotty little voice, "A mutual friend of ours said you could . . . more
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August 07, 2007 12:02 PM EDT --
Dusty cobwebs stretched and then snapped as Eva pushed on the burred wood. Stepping into the gaping black hole, she carefully tested the strength of the boards as her eyes adjusted to the dark. Shapes . . . more
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October 12, 2007 09:04 PM EDT --
People pay me to write and I am thankful, yet there are days when I want to scream No! I won't Write that! I am a freelance writer and photographer for a number of regional newspapers and magazines. . . . more
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September 20, 2007 10:22 AM EDT --
When I was in fourth grade, my mother got fed up with the Catholic school we were attending. She hadn’t been happy with the previous Catholic school either. Religion was taught by fear and intimidation. . . . more
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June 19, 2008 11:44 PM EDT --
Tact wasn't her strong suit, but it didn't much matter these days. She did what she wanted and no one stood in her way. If they tried to stop her she threw "it" in their faces. "It" . . . more
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