Wednesday
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I know I should be writing but
I now own a sewing machine. Or, co-own one at least. I’ve always wanted one and have never used one. All of the dolls and doll clothing I used to make were all hand sewn, and so this is exciting.… Continue reading
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Spring is on its way
I can smell it. September begins and the remnants of winter are finishing up. Though the mornings are still cold, the chill in the air is being slowly replaced by the warmth of the blooming seasons. Flowers are beginning to… Continue reading
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Not so Quiet
The only thing I miss from having to start at 3 or 5am is the serenity of the mornings. It isn’t quiet. I still hear the main roads, the sound of trucks. But it’s mostly the birds talking, and the… 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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All you have to do is make stuff up, right?
Some people marvel at the ability of other’s to write, and I didn’t understand that for a while. I have a friend who sometimes can’t wrap his head around writing and how you improve your skills for writing (pertaining to… Continue reading
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When it’s so Eloquent it’s Foreign
A lot of people misunderstand me because I’m an aspiring writer and an avid reader. They assume that I’ve read all the “classic greats”, but I really haven’t. Now that I’m older, I do understand the importance of reading widely,… Continue reading
Hopfield is Writing 