Writing on Shine

The Life of a dead Poet

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I pour passion into paragraphs, til pages form the sea. My soul flows just like the waterfall that washes over me. Connected by simillarities as GOD seemed fit. Some forces I can't control, but pray for the focus. I see Love in all it's glory. My body is…

Please teach me gently, how to breathe

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Today is my second post of the week, as proposed last post. I’ve just gone “jogging” today, after having a couple days off. I really jog for maybe less than ten minutes out of…

And that's how I came your humble narrator

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This week Hope Clark suggested the No-Nos of blog writing. I’m an offender, I admit. The biggest crime of mine is number two on her…

How to critique someone's writing

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As a person who makes my living with words, I'm regularly asked to read people's writing and give feedback. A business plan. A resume. Website copy. A grad school application essay. A profile for an online dating site. I usually say some variation of yes to the request. But giving feedback…

People are stressed thinking I am not working on anything right now.Rest assure I have 3 projects going at once

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WHEN SHE DREAMS CHAPTER ONE "If you could go back,rewrite,edit,weave,and redirect your book, you know the story of your life. How would it end?" Asked Dr. Corinth with non-catchy vigor and excitement. "That is the problem!" Mackenzie shrugged. She watched the cold energy of…

Chapter 14- The Women of Chestnut Street

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Lisa listened in the dark. Thomas’ breathing was shallow and quick, not deep and long. He was just pretending to be asleep.

She’d tried everything: explaining, sympathizing, rationalizing…nothing worked. He’d still said less than 8 words to her all night and four of them had been,…

Chapter 13- The Women of Chestnut Street

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River and Oliver slowly walked through the grocery store aisles, hand in hand. Naomi lay peacefully on her mother’s chest in a tan carrier.

They stopped next to the dry foods bin and River began to cautiously fill a small reusable bag with organic red lentils. Now that they were a…

Chapter 12- The Women of Chestnut Street

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By evening, Dawn was reeling with emotion from her charged brunch with Meeghan and confrontational phone call with Lisa.

She could barely enjoy the party. Dawn surveyed the crowd: waiters carrying precariously perched glasses of champagne and a variety of exotic looking hors d’oeuvres…

Chapter 11- The Women of Chestnut Street

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Meeghan sat on her closet floor surrounded by designers labels. In college she’d always dreamed of being surrounded by high fashion. She’d hold her sketchbook to her chest and dream about a closet full of what she called “Italian lovers.”

Now as Meeghan surveyed the wreckage that…

Chapter 10- The Women of Chestnut Street

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The sound of the ringing phone cut through Lisa’s thoughts.

She dove for the receiver, not wanting Grace to wake up early from her nap. There are few things she feared; an overtired baby was one of them.

“Meeghan is getting a divorce,” the words tumbled out of Dawn’s…