Edald Hopfield
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The Mail is Late
I love mail. Parcels, letters and junk mail. Well, I don’t get junk mail anymore, but as a kid, it was like window-shopping. We loved to pretend that we could have anything we wanted and would circle all of the… Continue reading
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August
I woke up late today, and my neck hurts. Was it my pillow? Was it because I slept in? Was it because I stared at a TV and computer screen all day yesterday? Who knows. It’s just made me think… Continue reading
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My “office” is almost complete
Putting up a new bookshelf is always a good time—unless you actually have a bad time putting it together—and seeing the space fill up and spotting all of the gaps where I’ll get to buy more and put more up… Continue reading
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The First Glow
There’s something about the first glow of the morning, where everything looks like a shadow as the spill of warm hues begin to push back the cool colours of dawn. And sometimes you see dots of light, as street lamps… Continue reading
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Here’s your feed reminder to write!
I have most of the day to myself and so I’m looking to make some real progress before my work week starts back up. At some point today I do have to sacrifice some of that writing time to do… Continue reading
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The Week Felt Good
This week just past felt good. It felt a lot calmer than previous, and I actually have an open weekend to look forward to. I have some story ideas to get out and perhaps file before I move on to… Continue reading








