Every day during the summer we gathered behind my parents’ apartment building. We leaned against the cheap wooden railings of our back porch, dreaming aloud what we’d buy if we ever found buried treasure in the nearby woods. A new ten speed, a pair of walkie-talkies, even a puppy.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Writer's Block: The Editor Inside
Writer's block takes on many forms, and I'm sure almost any writer has experienced the condition in one way or another. There are dozens of websites dedicated to "curing" writer's block, but, for the most part, they've never provided me much assistance.
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