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I’m Underqualified
I’m obstinant and persistent. I’m not an English major. I’m not holding an English degree. I’m a worker at a factory. I’m a failed artist, film-maker, radio personality, podcaster, vocalist, athlete. I’m a lot of things. I’m not an expert. I’m not even a good person. I’m underqualified to offer advice on most subjects. I’m obstinant and…
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Power of Positive Rejection
Rejection. There’s is seldom a time when a human savors a no to any request. Especially bitter when that negative response comes to an earnest and emotionally invested entreaty. Whether the spurning is an invitation to unrequited love, new job, or even more dire, a query to an agent. All my creative types will understand…
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Be With Us
The metal of his lunch box clanged, caved and rebounded as he bounced it off his knee in anxious waiting. His eyes looked for his feet, to see his new Roos. They hid beneath the stuffing in his shirt. Not seeing his feet made him kick at the gravel beneath them, just to make…
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Deep In.
The devil gets so deep in your mind, it’s hard to tell which thoughts are his and which your own. That’s the struggle we face. That’s the struggle I face. My hands are fire and my heart coal. It’s only when my hands do their work that my heart is aflame. They do their work…
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It’s a weird thing.
I’m a middle-aged man. I write books for the children I will never have. In a way, like owning a dog, I’m trying to connect with a true desire I will never hold. If I can help a child with my words and mean something to children I will never know, I, in some small…
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Am I a hack? Why I write.
Am I a hack? In honest deference, I’m not sure. When can I submit to the idea of being mediocre? Why do I continue to lend my voice to empty rooms? Is there purpose in a scream whose only response comes from its own echoes? Self-doubt slithers in the in-between times. Recrimination rules the quiet space.…