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Regenerations 2010 (and the launch of Paddytum) | Call Myself a Writer?

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Call Myself a Writer? September 24, 2010. Regenerations 2010 (and the launch of Paddytum). Filed under: Book Launch. 8212; trishtash @ 12:27 am. Seriously, it was amazing. It wasn’t without incident, but seriously, it was fun! We, that is, Glyn (my husband and resident cover artist) the two kids, Paddytum (bear, book title and resident book stand) loaded up the car – well, Paddytum didn’t lift a finger. Paw, to be fair, and drove to Swansea on Friday evening, arriving at the Premier Inn around 8pm. I spo...

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A Bit of Laura Jayne: 25 Questions - 16

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A Bit of Laura Jayne. This and That. Oh, and the Other Thing. If You Are a Writer. Write! Pictures, Poetry and Prose. Saturday, July 4, 2009. 25 Questions - 16. 25 questions from an interview found in the back of Vanity Fair while I was getting a pedicure. I invite anyone to answer with me these questions, here as a comment or on your own blog and leave me a link/note. What is your most treasured possession? Ask this question a month from now it might have a different answer, but today Henry is treasured.

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Language Is A Virus: The Program

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Language Is A Virus. A daily writing prompt experiment. Wednesday, May 2, 2012. 8220;Wha-cha looking for Miss? 8221; I jumped and turned to face the man that had been sleeping in the chair. Up close, he seemed frailer than he had in the chair. 8220;I… I …. Ummm… I…”. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). PS I'm very sorry about how messy things are right now. I was gone for a short while and I returned to upgrades and other changes that I don't quite know how to manage just yet. I promise a more vi...

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Rose's Writing Practice

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A rather unbalanced mixture of writing, rambling and my adventures of life! Hanging around, returned to the hanger; Slumped ba. Follow me on Twitter. Blog Roll - perusal paradise. Saturday December 3rd, 2016. The “Blog” of “Unnecessary” Quotation Marks. Ten of the Many Things My Mother Has Taught Me. Edible Glitter (And so on and so forth). Faltering at the Altar of the Ego. Jackerbie, Builder of Worlds. I blog, therefore I am. Virtual Box Under My Bed. Where the Lovely Things Are. Yet the preparation fo...

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Turbulence | Patricia's Poems

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A life of experience – into poetry. Laquo; The Story Tellers. April 6, 2008 by Margo Lamont. One’s mind moves like restless waves of ocean. Surging up and down on foreign shore. Sifting, shifting, swirls in constant motion. Leaping forward, falling back once more. Washed in froth white-crested emotion. Till sand gives way to rock, secure and sure. Then, turns the questing tide to calm devotion. And rests, in placid waters, centred as before. On August 10, 2008 at 1:22 am. Thank you for sharing them.

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a matter of distinction: June 2012

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A matter of distinction. Here, i rendezvous with my writing muse. Sunday, June 17, 2012. Cristina barely smiled when I walked in. She pretended to re-arrange the stack of glass coasters on the coffee table. I walked towards her. She straightened up and looked at me like I was a complete surprise which of course I wasn’t: they were expecting me. I extended my hand to shake hers, “How are you, Cristina? 8221; I said. She limply took my hand, like I was some kind of a leper or something. I asked permission ...

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a matter of distinction: November 2011

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A matter of distinction. Here, i rendezvous with my writing muse. Friday, November 18, 2011. Why is it that you do not make my heart beat faster now that we're together? I swear we are two different people from last spring - when I was so excited to hear your voice, when I missed you when you didn't call or text me, when just the mere ringing of the phone filled me with anticipation and imagining it was you calling. I laugh so loud after I get out of the room and close the door. Good thing the pool i...

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Seven Days Seven Answers: First Job

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Want to know how it works? The condensed directions: Read the cue, react to the cue. There's no right answer, no research required. I cite sources where applicable but it's all about coming up with creative answers. Winners are picked in a week. The number one rule? 05/23 - I'll be naming final winners this week! Tuesday, March 9, 2010. A list of words will be accompanied by a scenario in which to use them. Lawn, robot, yellow, spork. Tell us about your first job. We Have A Winner! Loud yellow robots,.

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a matter of distinction: August 2014

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A matter of distinction. Here, i rendezvous with my writing muse. Friday, August 1, 2014. Billy and the purple cow. Billy doesn't smile. he doesn't talk to anyone. it's not that he can't talk, he just stopped talking ever since his mommy died. when he is at school, he goes about the activities quietly. his classmates have learned to accept that although he plays with them, he just wouldn't talk. The other children laugh, too. billy shrugs his shoulders and stays where the purple cow is displayed. It says...

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a matter of distinction: December 2011

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A matter of distinction. Here, i rendezvous with my writing muse. Saturday, December 31, 2011. It's just another new year's eve. The text message came at almost seven this morning. "Happy new year," it said. I knew who sent it. My mind went back to that last morning that Benjamin and I went jogging by the seaside, the sunrise shining on Manila Bay whose waters sparkle under the blue sky. What if it had been us? He said, lips smiling, but his eyes almost seemed sad. You know I am not like that.". I said i...