Monthly Archives: May 2019

Dear Robin

Posted on 05/31/2019 by chick

Dear Robin, My car is blue. I like it that way. Please stop trying to paint it white. Sincerely, The Person Whose House You Keep Trying to Build a Nest On

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How Many Times?

Posted on 05/31/2019 by chick

How many times must I stick my head out the window and yell at the robin before it gets the message that it should not build its nest in the spot where the power lines connect to our house? It’s … Continue reading →

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Bad Habit

Posted on 05/29/2019 by chick

I usually read through my news feed as I drink my morning coffee. I’ve been thinking of giving up the news half of the habit, because it starts my day out with a stream of negative stories. Even today, which … Continue reading →

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Happenings Here

Posted on 05/28/2019 by chick

My novel is 43,000 words and counting. Slow progress is better than no progress. Marshall, upon hearing a recording of Vladimir Horowitz playing a piece that I often play on the piano, told me that I play it just the … Continue reading →

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Sick

Posted on 05/23/2019 by chick

I was very sick yesterday. My throat hurt so bad I could barely speak. I had the chills so bad that I was shaking. Then my head hurt so bad that I needed an ice pack. I could barely get … Continue reading →

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Today’s Therapy

Posted on 05/18/2019 by chick

Today, in my novel, I will have to face one of my worst fears: ticks. This chapter will not be a pretty one.

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Not So Bad

Posted on 05/18/2019 by chick

I feel like I’ve been working hard on my novel, but I’ve only been producing a few hundred words per day. Tonight I wrote about 400. That seemed kind of pathetic, and I was disappointed with my progress. But then … Continue reading →

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Raw Deal

Posted on 05/16/2019 by chick

Second favorite quote from The Fireman by Joe Hill. There’s something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out. Of course, I suppose everyone always … Continue reading →

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Angry

Posted on 05/15/2019 by chick

I am so angry at the world right now. I want to scream my fury, but it wouldn’t do any good. So I write my fury instead. My novel is my therapy: 40,000 words and counting.

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Kid Power

Posted on 05/15/2019 by chick

One benefit of writing every day is the miscellaneous moments that get recorded that way. From last May’s writing: The kids are doing tongue twisters and jokes. . . . They want me to do them, too, and I did: … Continue reading →

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