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Just An Update
So, this is a dumping ground for the moment…or the next few moments.
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Stuck
Every two-bit writer has an instruction manual on how to write a novel, and some aspiring writers take the texts as gospel, rigidly conforming to the prescribed method used by this or that particular writer. However, the fact remains that what works for one person does not always work for another. For me, a method that works today might not work for me tomorrow, and some days the juice just refuses to flow. For me, the trick is to figure out how to unclog the pipes.
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Been Burned Out
“Apathy is not caring at all. Anxiety is caring too much.” I read that on a meme a few months back and remember thinking, “Burnout is both at the same time.” On one hand, you could care less that North Korea is about ready to bomb the US out of existence, but at the same […]
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Down the Drain
After $80, what’s another $30? After the $110, I may as well pay $44.50 because I’ll lose the $110 anyway if I don’t add on to that. Everyone’s out for money, and penny by penny, they bleed you like parasites until you have nothing left. If it isn’t money, it’s time. It’s set up as a bait and switch.
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End of an Era
Over the last month I lived in Montana, I caught myself thinking things like, “That’s the last time I’ll walk through that door.” Or “That’s the last time I’ll see that person,” or hundreds of other ways it could be the “last”. Somehow, I found myself considering what it will be like when the time comes that it will be my last of everything. Morbid, to say the least, but very realistic.
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Pre-Packing Purge
Most of what I throw away is the kind of thing you find in the check-out aisles in any department store: half-eaten candy bars, Bic lighters, waxy flavored lip balm and Rubik’s Cube key chains.
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The Wheels That Get Me There
“Badass” was the last term anyone would use to describe my first two vehicles. They were the soccer mom rigs of the late ‘80s and early ‘90s. The only claim to coolness either could make was that they rode like boats and had V8 engines.
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Moving…Again!
At 6 a.m. on a September morning, my parents literally kicked me out of the tent at the KOA in Billings, Montana. Thus ended my first move as an adult and started a long career adrift.
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The Story Starts Here
The material I post on here will include a collection of personal stories, fictional tales, philosophical rants and maybe a political critique or two. The end goal here is to have a good time and learn a thing or two along the way.
Tommie Wendall 