Babble

When I was a kid, we asked our parents. One of my earliest memories is showing my mom the little cuts on the bottoms of my toes, and her telling me it was from running barefoot on the grass. I should wear my shoes.
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Emasculating. Humiliating. I broke my own blog. For hours on end, and needed the rescue of a marvelous friend to fix it. I felt like such a fraud. I don’t think I’m an expert, but I do tend to think I’m better at internet-things than that. You know how self-doubt always brings friends? I...
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So yesterday, every time I went in the bathroom, I heard a rustling scratchy noise. At first I thought it was people walking by–the bathroom window opens onto the porch, and the driveway is right there. People walk by all the time. Then it was 0300 and I was on my way to bed...
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Because I am deep in the beginning of Another Glorious Book™ and unlikely to post coherently for a while, allow me to share some stuffs I need to get out of my head by getting it into yours.¹ For those who found Doomsday: BP Gulf Disaster whatever whatever frighteningly plausible (I did no research...
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I was reading an article by Nathan Bransford, and this struck me: The lack of commercial viability of 99% of the books written every year necessitates all this rejection. Writers tend to take rejection as “I’m not good enough” and sometimes they may be right. But it’s a lot more likely that the person...
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