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I grew up in the golden age of blogging, that glorious time when you could scribble a few thoughts on the internet, hit ‘publish,’ and suddenly find yourself the authority on just about anything you please. Yeah, I remember those days fondly. Back then, the most intense competition was between you and that one overly…
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Every so often, we find ourselves at moments of sudden clarity. Unfortunately, most of us dismiss them either out of being distracted by things of the moment, or as inconvenient truths we would prefer to ignore. For whatever reason, I find these moments come at almost regular intervals. I believe this is only because I…
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Everything looks different in the dark, and because of that, you think differently, too. It’s why for many years night drives became my primary source of inspiration. Many night drives made up much of my time that I lived in the state of Colorado. Naturally, it’s a beautiful place; generally, the people aren’t that bad,…
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Every once in a while, I need to renew my dedication to writing. It’s a curious ritual that I find myself performing every year, a self-imposed checkpoint in my writing journey. I’m sure many writers do this, perhaps with varying frequency or intensity. For me, I find that about every year, I need to refocus…
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Many of my memories are filtered by the bittersweet hues of “almost.”For many years, the word “finally” was elusive as the wisp of a cloud on a bright summer day. From the earlier moments I remember of my youth, I’ve embarked on a surreal adventure of nearly-there’s and not-quite’s. I’ve skimmed the surface of greatness,…
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“This feels like another dream / Trapped underneath my own routines…” – Jeff Tucker, lyricist of Rock Kills Kid from his song “Paralyzed” Have you ever heard of a rock band called Rock Kills Kid? It wouldn’t surprise me if you haven’t. They were a decent alternative rock band, but they never really had any…
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A symbol of sugar and sustenance, the Juice Box is the embodiment of childhood dreams and lunchtime ecstasy. It’s the unspoken hero of many of our childhoods. In the cafeteria and on the playground, the Juice Box watered parched throats and quenched weary souls. With its trusty straw-sword, it could pierce the hearts of thirst.…
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Even the most seasoned writers have blind spots, especially in familiar topics. Gaps in our knowledge are unavoidable. So, research isn’t just for seeking credibility to shoulder the burden of proof for your ideas. It shouldn’t be about finding interesting filler in order to reach a certain word count. Research shouldn’t just be scaffolding. It…
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As I write this, it’s nearly Thanksgiving. I find for all the evil that has befallen the world this year, I still have plenty for which to be thankful. Indeed, this year I found the love of my life, someone who finally gets me the way I get her. We found something special in our…
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I’ve often pondered about past lives, wondering if my more fantastic dream states are based on some distant truth. Are they some sort of flashbacks from a life my soul lived millennia ago? We all live many lives through our dreams, whether they are merely constructs which our unconscious creates for dreamers to explore, or…