This weekend, my sister graduated high school. She looked beautiful. Bright red dress, empire waistline, thick black belt. Purple cap. She was so grown up. 17 years ago, I was at my mother’s side, watching her be born. I, myself, had graduated high school just a few months before. And now, 17 years gone. The…
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When you’re writing a book, there are certain points that happen at certain times. Your inciting incident must happen within the first 25%. At the 75% mark, your character must make the final choice that puts him in place to meet the enemy during the climax. The 50% mark comes directly in the middle of…
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There are different kinds of love. You don’t have the same emotion for your ugly, rug-humping dog as you do for your best friend from middle school. You don’t have the same reaction to the cute guy at Starbucks as you do for the amazing old lady who walks around in her underwear with the…
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People who are on Twitter are readers (and writers) by nature. The text-rich medium is perfect for those who don’t want to be annoyed with overwhelming numbers of images and videos and who want access to new information constantly. In addition, the average Twitter referral to a website stays 2-3 times longer and clicks on…
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The softness of the snow drew her out the window. Flakes floating like feathers from a down pillow. It murmured: Come, Patricia. Come out where it’s safe. Mountain wind swept against her. She shivered. Wavered. At her back, the house ached. Rebecca and Dad had screamed all their secrets to the walls tonight, loud…
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One of the major problems of having no self-control and also being an opportunist is that there is virtually no way of stopping me from doing what I want to do if I am very, very motivated. For example: Do you think it would be a good idea for me not to climb up…
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I am here beneath your skin waiting for my heart to beat, drunk on words spun by your fingers; deadly, dark and sweet. The light that pounds away the sun, it flickers from my screens, And I am lost And I am found And I am in between There is…
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Toby Keith has a great song that goes something like this: Basically, talking about you all the time is fine, but I just want to talk about me. Lame. The reason why a blog is not as cool as Twitter is that I really DON’T want to talk about me all the time. I’m boring.…
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I’ve been thinking about this particular post for a while now. It has undergone several changes over time, from content to title, and I’m still not sure I’m really ready to write it. But, I did promise. And, I am a woman of my word. IRL (in real life, remember), good and bad are very…
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After doing extensive research with a number of double-blind studies, many lab animals, and at least 2 assistants who knew calculus, I feel confident that I have created a test that proves whether you do in fact have a Twitter addiction. Just so you know, you can’t eat 24 hours prior to the test,…
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For those who may be unfamiliar with Twitter slang and Twitter lingo, it will be vital for you to be apprised of certain definitions before we launch into a detailed discussion of how it works, how it can help you, and how it can hurt you. Of course, these twitter slang definitions ARE coming from…
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Tonight, after a day of more emotional trauma than I really want to get into, I succumbed to the urge to just haunt my old places of Twitter refuge. My favorite people, my favorite hashtags. Just to listen in on the land of the living. A junkie hitting the same old street corners, hoping/not hoping…
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