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Pepper.Mixed with ink. Throughline – Commuter spills it. Signs.Used to confuse.
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I prefer my music rough around the edges. When it comes to books, though? Ya shit better be tight. Mind your craft, mate. Clunky prose hurts my ear nubs, don't you know? And please, please adhere to the rules you've set up for your world. I can suspend my disbelief for days; no need to…
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Yeah.Love him/hate him.Hype: The Song of Life.Blame fame.Shame bleeds on white sheets.
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Tess told me she fought with her old editor to keep that part of the story intact. The teen pregnancy/baby makes two part of the novel. I didn't say anything. I simply smiled and nodded and poured Tess a fresh cup of tea. The middle child learns to keep her mouth shut and to play…
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Marnie avoided her best friend for the past two weeks. If she thought she heard Lettie's voice, or smelled Lettie's attar of roses while she was out running errands, Marnie ducked down dark alleys and hid in really spider-webby photinias. She began to get disgusted with herself. She should have just come out and said,…
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For those following along, My Five Star Heart goes to the work that is fiercely authentic. I like it when My Own Private Icky Button is pushed by bloodlust and love's grotesqueries. Poetry that comes in great gushes and not dribbles. Make your piece so ugly it's pretty by sheer effort. Make me queasy and…
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Everyone is a writer. Everyone has a book to push. But who's reading this stuff? Here's a secret: very few people I met in the cubicles of Talley Insurance Company read. The reason is mostly a time thing, but most of the people I unscientifically polled had never been readers to begin with. If these…
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Extra words turned into special sections that told Lenore what she was reading was true. What's more, the e-reader she held in her hands was her lifeline (her tightrope) between fussy babies and dirty nappies, and the version of herself she left behind in English 102. But back to those extra words that played hide-and-seek…
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Sure Corrie felt shitty reading her big sister's diary. Did feeling like a degenerate make Corrie put away what wasn't hers and go do something productive like laundry? Hell no. All of the people Shelley wrote about in her big red book were thinly disguised real folk, like too-close-to-home-folk. Like who could this bitchy character…
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So, if Myra appears somewhat dowdy these days, does that mean she's writing? Hair's gone natural, middle's thicker; the inside of her closet is black and blue. The clues all add up. Myra’s derrière has reacquainted itself with the desk chair. I believe a book is brewing. Somewhere out there an agent sings ecstatically the…
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