Category Archives: Excused Absence

Lack of Focus, Little Progress

I have not finished reading any books.  I am in the middle of one (re-reading an old Karen Abbott—Sin in the Second City), listening to another (David McCullough’s 1776), and foolishly started a third this week because it looked frothy … Continue reading

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Dropping the Ball

Well, I missed last week’s window to blog.  I wish I could say it was because I was working so hard on the book, or so absorbed in reading someone else’s, but the truth is I was just flat lazy … Continue reading

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Spring Cleaning

I took off work last week, and spent the time … well, working.  The house hadn’t been cleaned in ages, and the dog hair was practically doubling as wall-to-wall carpet.  All of us were sneezing from dust and dander and … Continue reading

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Crazy Week.

This is Amy Pond: Her hobbies are time travel, adventure, centurions and fish fingers. This is also Amy Pond: Her hobbies are barking about being left alone, running off after deer, and injuring her owners — albeit inadvertently. What does … Continue reading

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A Lame Excuse

Part of writing is the ability to convey and communicate experiences. In order to do that, you need either a vivid imagination, or to have actually had some experiences. I’m working on the former and seeking out the latter.  Which … Continue reading

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Unhealthy Obsession

I tend to think about writing a lot. More than I actually write, probably. And then I get sick, and I don’t think about anything except groaning and panting. Right now, I am on the mend. So I am back … Continue reading

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