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depressed much?

“How come you always write such depressing characters?” someone asked me once. They always ask this, because more than half of my characters have somehow decided to be depressing. I don’t always plan it out that way, but perhaps I’m averse to happy characters, or happy endings, or people who embody the sometimes joy of … Continue reading depressed much?

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why i write

I’ve been asked the question several different ways, by a host of different people, but I’ve answered it nearly the same way every single time. Why do you write? That’s it, plain and simple. I’ve always written, or at least my conscious mind accepts this without pushback from my subconscious. It’s what I’ve always done, … Continue reading why i write

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a room of my own

When we first started talking about building a new house I told my wife that I didn’t really care about most of the particulars. It didn’t matter to me how many bathrooms there would be (there are 2 1/2), or how high the ceilings (8 feet), or even if our bedroom was upstairs or down. … Continue reading a room of my own

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A Treatise on Exhalation

I’ve been neglectful, really. Not the kind of regret that sits on a windowsill and judges, but rather the kind that pops up out of nowhere and reminds me that I’m a human being, that I’m connected to a larger universe of humanity (a horde, really) that exists in and for itself. It’s both outside of me, and a part of me in ways I can’t always quite fathom the way I probably should.

Being “in-semester” does that to me.

For days on end, in-semester, the world shrinks down for me into seven classes, some on the Tuesday/Thursday cycle, and others revolving around Monday/Wednesday/Friday. Each one is its personal microcosm of energy (and the lack thereof, depending on what part of the semester we’re in). When I’m with that group they are the whole world. I engage, I am engaged, and I exhale when I have to move on from them. That’s my life.

But now I’m doing a different kind of exhale. Continue reading “A Treatise on Exhalation”

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A Fitting Sequel

I’m almost halfway home in National Novel Writing Month, and more than 2/3rds of the way through my goal of 50,000 words. It’s fascinating to me that I can stay on course like this for so many consecutive days, even though this month hasn’t been the easiest one for finding time. Often I find myself … Continue reading A Fitting Sequel