#OTR50 Day 117: Writer’s Block Yet Again

Only a few days ago a chapter that has been swirling in my head for years simply flowed out of me. The past few days have been a brick wall of nothing. I would like to be able to tap that mental wall with an internal wand as if I am a wizard in the […]

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#OTR50 Day 114: A 30-Year Gestation

hat photo yesterday sparked memories to pour forth with an unexpected ease. As if the words truly had been incubating for 30 years in the deep recesses of my subconscious. 

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#OTR50 Day 112: For Me, Alcohol and Writing Don’t Mix

I know that there is a rich history of writers whose prose was fueled by drink. Me? One margarita and my eyes can barely focus properly to type this sentence. . .and I had to reread and edit that twice because it did not make sense at first. Could they do it because they wrote […]

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#OTR50 Day 110: WordPress Blues

I write and I write and I write | Your pages don’t turn but I fill them nonetheless | With words that I hear first in my mind and then flow onto the page that is not paper […]

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#OTR50 Day 109: Dog Days

I’ve been writing quite a bit of poetry and/or short pieces about the dogs of late. Not to mention the occasional dual dog and poem post. I believe the reason for this lies bundled inside my exhaustion. I have been burning the candle on both ends for weeks now. . . loads of things going […]

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#OTR50 Day 100: Thoughts on 100 Days

Perspective is an odd duck. 100 days seemed so far off on Day 1. Emotionally 365 Days seems closer to now then 100 seemed from Day 1. Time and effort is relative. […]

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#OTR50 Day 84: I am the Mountain

I was the mountain I had to move | And now I am moving | […] If I move my mountain without direction, I may circle in place […]

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#OTR50 Day 72: Science Fiction or Fictional Science Fact?

Today I made the acquaintance of several robots. Yes, there are times when my day job definitely has its moments. Spending the day chatting with roboticists makes the time fly even when the days are unbearably long and I am daydreaming about soaking my feet and sleeping. There are stories to be found and revealed […]

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#OTR50 Day 65: 300 Yet to Come & a Poem

Can you imagine how motivating it would be if more of our personal ideas and inspirations had that kind of reaction? While I know not all ideas are worthy of an all-in rah-rah friendship reaction.  However, imagine if most of them did. […]

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