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The Courtesan

Oct 18, 2020

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At the workshop in 2008, they broke us into writing groups for peer critique. I had a few talented people in my group, then I had The Courtesan. Have you ever met someone in your craft, be it accountant, writer, pizza slinger or teacher, who was just so far ahead of you that they pissed…

The Crystal Pistol

Oct 17, 2020

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in Bards and Scribes, Writing

“You’re here for the workshop, right?” Prince said. She was a cute mom of a woman and she looked up at him and smiled. “I am.” “Then tell me about your book.” Her face lit up. “Well, I am really nervous. The agent has been ripping everyone apart.” “He is pretty brutal but that is…

The Roller Derby Queen

Oct 16, 2020

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in Bards and Scribes, Writing

The workshop in 2008 was looming. I had fear in my gut and no idea what I was going to do. A New York agent had 50 pages of my book. A legitimate editor had fifteen, five other editors and creatives had five pages, and I had a constant panic attack moving through my system…

The Wasting Away

Jan 15, 2020

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in Teardrop Road, Writing

For years I have been coming here to bleed. I have been sharing with you the wild and horrifying stories of my life and I have been honest, brutally so, about my abuse and my issues. I have been showing it all and not holding anything back. So today I will do the same as…

Lost Confessions: Guardian

Oct 4, 2019

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in Lost Confessions, Teardrop Road

Pawn On felt feet he glided across a checkered battlefield and noticed he was alone. No knights clashing against bishop, no battle cry of gathering forces to bolster courage. Just the groan of a dying battlefield. He slid past fallen banners and crumbling castles. He came to his fallen king and dropped to an obsidian…

Lost Confessions: Purpose

Sep 6, 2019

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in Lost Confessions, Teardrop Road

A knife was made to cut. A gun was made to shoot. I was made to protect. In the worst years of my life, when I was a boy of about six or seven, I came about as a result of training. See my father wanted a bodyguard for the only thing he loved on…

Lost Confessions: The Workshop

Jul 12, 2019

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in Lost Confessions, Teardrop Road, Writing

— 2008 — This is an awesome story! Have you ever known beyond your smallest doubt that you were exactly where you were meant to be, or doing the thing you were supposed to be doing? That is the story I am going to tell you now. I wrote a book. It is a decent…

Lost Confessions: Living Room 5

Jun 7, 2019

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in Lost Confessions, Teardrop Road

You’re not going to fucking believe this. Shit I don’t know if I do. I wasn’t going to blog about this at all, but I figured I had already drawn you in with the first few, so I might as well put out the final entry on this subject. After this one, I am done…

Lost Confessions: Living Room 4

May 10, 2019

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in Lost Confessions, Teardrop Road

I thought I knew a lot about ghosts. I thought there were some fuckin’ rules about it. Things like ghosts only haunt places that were important to them in life. But this guy (if he is a ghost) is not fuckin playing by the rules. I talked to him today. I saw him on the…

Lost Confessions: Living Room 3

Apr 12, 2019

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in Lost Confessions, Teardrop Road

Alright, I am almost positive the guy’s name is Patron. I talked to my landlord again today, this time with Marigold herself. She said there were a lot of mixed signs. One guy (Tony) had dark hair ’til the day he died. One guy (her father, Patron) would be wearing a suit and might be…

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