Category Archives: Writing Journey

Your Writing

How To Improve Your Writing and Your Life

  If you’re a writer, you’ve probably experienced the dreaded writer’s block. You sit in front of the computer to get your writing done, but you have no words. Or, if you’re like me, you might not believe in writer’s block at all but suffer from writer’s apathy—you’ve lost interest in writing for various reasons.

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Genuine Love, Practical Goals and Praying with a Plan

It’s February. We’re four days in. When I was younger, time moved by slower than molasses in winter. The closer I get to forty—later this year—time seems to move faster than Superman on a mission to rescue Lois Lane. January flew by. As did the past two years. So much of me thought I’d be

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How Do You Want to Be Remembered

Technology Imprint: How Do You Want to Be Remembered?

  I write. Therefore, I research. But, my research and work always lead me back to one question: how do you want to be remembered? My computer’s browsing history would freak out a few people—like the police, my in-laws and certain friends. My search history has some of the following searches: How to dispose of a

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I’m a Day Late: Good Luck with #NaNoWriMo Friends

November is National Novel Writing Month. A time when veteran and newbie writers hunker down and bang out (or attempt to bang out) a 50,000 word first draft of their novel. Note I wrote first draft. I’ve heard quite a few authors speak negatively about NaNoWriMo because it is not possible to write a novel

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The Complete Encyclopedia of Antiques

I like stuff. More than stuff, I like books. Imagine my giddiness when I came across a book filled with stuff—old expensive stuff. According to the description on Amazon.com, “The Complete Encyclopedia of Antiques” is a Collectible 47 year-old Antique reference guide has 1472 pages of photos, descriptions, and history of all major areas of

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I’m Going to Live the Life I Write About

I stopped writing Wifey Wednesday posts because I felt like a fraud. For more than a while, I’ve lived in the worst kind of marriage—one that is crumbling brick by brick, that has far more valleys than mountain tops and, sadly, more hate than love. A simple disagreement about an ink pen left on the

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