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The Writer’s Book Tag
Greetings friends! I have been long absent due to complex and overwhelming circumstance involving time thieves, Schuman, and Spanish verbs. But now, having thwarted the time thieves, fled from Schuman, and conjugated the Spanish verbs, I find myself able to write to you again. In short, I am back! Or maybe Schuman killed me and…
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A Few Words of Beauty and Wisdom (not from me of course)
Today I have some wonderful words of beauty and wit and wisdom. Regrettably, none of them are mine. Due to oodles of homework and running for my life, I lack sufficient time to bestow my great wisdom upon you. Because I do have great wisdom. As I’m sure you already know. Someday I will share…
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August Recap- Reading, Writing, and Dickens
Hark! The end of August is upon us! How time flies when you’ve been rendered unconscious by the heat of the sun. But I will spare you my endless squawking about the heat and tell you about much more important things that happened this month. Like books. Books Mister Max: The Book of Lost Things…
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What Happens When a Bookworm Is Unable to Read Books (Terrible things, I assure you)
Terrible things happen when you take a bookworm away from their natural habitat. We are fragile, volatile creatures. We require books to survive and frequent visits to libraries, bookstores, and quiet, secluded rooms with comfy chairs to sustain us. If we are denied these, the consequences can be dire. Apparently whoever decided going to college…
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July Recap- Reading, Writing, and Other Stuff (Maybe? Do I even do other stuff in my life??)
I did a lot this July. And by that I mean I left the house (multiple times!), read a bunch of books, wrote a lot, and actually ate salad. I am very proud of myself. It’s amazing what you can do with a whip behind you or a school in front of you APPROACHING AT…
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Weapons for Fighting Writer’s Block
If you are like 100% of writer’s, you are familiar with the Block of doom that belongs to all of our kind, though we never asked for it and we certainly don’t want it. Unfortunately, any time we manage to lose it, some well-meaning jogger or visiting botanist sees it sticking out of a bush…