Category: ministry of writing
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5. Challenge
The smell of coffee and ramen intermingled with Cheetos, a 12-pack worth of empty cans of Mountain Lightning and a hint of male body odor. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed somewhat, joining a chorus of crickets outside the open window. The mood was tense. The group sat around a small table, notebooks, clipboards, binders or…
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4. Sky
Snelgorb liked wind. He liked the feel of it on his scaly skin. He liked the way it tickled behind his horns and along the ridges on the back of his head. He liked things that made wind, too. As a youngling, he loved to just spin his sling around and around in front of…
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3. Heart
All the chefs at Animulus were highly trained professionals. Culinary experts. Nothing less than the best, the brightest, the most talented culinary artists in the world. For the privacy of their patrons, only one party per night was served. Plates were not infrequently thousands of US dollars. And the waiting list was months long. Everyone…
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2. Time
“Hello. Hell-o. Helllooooooo.” She was never good at small talk. Simply saying simple words of greeting felt like a waste of time. It’s implied that she was addressing them, right? People get that, right? “Hello. Hi. How are you.” The words feel unnatural on her tongue. Practice makes perfect. Or something. That’s what they say.…
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1: Space
Crisp air fills my nostrils and I open my eyes to whiteness. Temporarily blinded by the sun overhead, I rub the dust and grime from my eyes, feel the dryness in my nose and on my lips as I look around to gather my bearings. The flat, parched desert expands all around me, broken up…
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This is why I read Chris Lema
If you asked me a year ago who Chris Lema was, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. My experience up to that point was a brief mention by my friend Josh at Event Espresso that his was a blog worth reading. Chris tweets a lot — one of my biggest turn-offs when I am…
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Close to 8,000 words on my story-thing…when I hit 30k or so, I’ll stop calling it a “thing”…
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Update on my book/story/whatever…
6000 words down. 44,000 (give or take) to go…
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Slow progress
A while ago I wrote about slowing down. What could be slower than a few days camping in the desert? No internet, the phones died our second night there, nothing to actively distract or divert. In my last post, I wrote that I hoped the process of slowing down my internet (and media) consumption would…
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Programmatic poetry
I was working on a WordPress plugin today that will allow users/developers to stop a javascript from running on a particular page. That doesn’t sound very exciting, but it got me thinking about the WordPress adage “code is poetry”. (Blame this on my recent initiative for going slow — I had this idea when I…