#OTR50 Day 34: A Game of Three Words

They were usually outrageously silly or crazy short. Only occasionally would they become elaborate. Regardless it was a fun game for all . . . even when the words were ridiculous. Three words because I have three kids. However, even when we had more or less in the car with us, the game was three […]

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#OTR50 Day 19: Words

Some days, when I begin to fill the page, I do not know where the words will take me. I allow them to simply flow out of me like rain from the sky blotting up the white space. Other days, I begin with a vision, a story, or a goal in mind. Still other days, […]

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#OTR50 Day 18: Road Sign Memories

Tonight, I have a true story to tell. I am also not sure if I have the words to express all the things I wish to have others understand. This particular moment in my life is tough to grasp out of memory even though I think of it every time I drive through Delaware. 22 […]

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#OTR50 Day 11: My Grandmother and the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

I need to learn more diligence about the writing. To jot down a few notes so I can charge up the brain recall system and remember when I have the time to sit and write. Like the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, I need to always jot down those random quick thoughts that can be transformed into something else later. […]

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#OTR50 Day 10: Grab a Frindle and Take Notes

Language is an odd ever changing thing. I was in a work meeting today. We were reviewing a suggested list of potential KPIs (Key Performance Indicators) on a project. As part of this discussion, milestones were determined for the planning process. Merriam-Webster defines milestone two ways. a stone serving as a milepost a significant point […]

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#OTR50 Day 9: Plot is Not Enough

When I was a Junior in college, I went so far as to write the first two chapters of a novel. I had a plot and thematic idea that I actually still believe has merit. At the end of the second chapter, I hit a rode block. I crashed and burned. I totaled the vehicle of my authorship. I went back to poetry a few months later and have never gone back to attempting a multi-chapter story. […]

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#OTR50 Day 8: Recurring Teenage Dreams

When I was a teenager, I had a recurring dream. It was not a long dream. It was not in depth. But it was always the same. There was a house at the top of a hill. It nestled at the end of a sloped, long, and curved driveway. There would be ominous music playing. […]

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