sometimes you just gotta' row

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a year has passed since an unfortunate encounter with the dregs of a pharmaceutical concern left me wondering about the color of so many, too many, tomorrows. (cymbaltawillhaltya.wordpress.com).

the experience and effort of writing, life and love have been like building a house with rubble-bricks. dunno’ about degrees of improvement at this juncture. if you live in the forest long enough you don’t notice the trees. the “living” dance card has certainly been full.

an upcoming promotion challenges writers to create a 50,000-word novel during the month of November – quantity, not quality. it could prove a useful exorcistic exercise. yes, go for it.

Written by glh

October 2, 2011 at 10:03

Posted in The Journey, writing

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