In the meantime, I'm going to sit here digesting the two celebratory donuts I had yesterday.
When I was a teacher, I discovered how easy it was was to fall into what I call "Curriculum Purgatory."
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I write something I'm happy with, change up the settings, then hit the 'Publish' button in the top right corner. Why should my fiction writing be any different?
If the news is called because a crazed father of twins is running through the streets with two empty coffee pots in his hands, screaming about the end of the quarter, someone call my wife.
I have a reason for writing, but I'll do my best to illustrate it with a similar example involving a small, but fierce, red panda named Retsuko.
It’s a bit broken, this ol’ journey of mine. Fragmented into pieces of real work separated by long stretches of figuring out to work.
My first instinct is to scream at the creative inside my mind to not worry about it!
Fifth Draft 