Red Cedar
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Category: Me
How Amazon lead me back to the library….
I caught myself doing it again the other day: one more book added to the Amazon wishlist – my ever-growing record of books I have fancied in the last couple of years, not enough to buy them mind you, but enough to record their… Continue Reading “How Amazon lead me back to the library….”
Getting on with it….
Someone at work just told me the reason for the colder-than-average BC winters the last couple of years is because we are at the lowest point of the eleven-year sunspot cycle, and apparently this is the worst it’s going to get. That would be… Continue Reading “Getting on with it….”
Editing
When I was a much younger writer, I hated editing my work. From the age of five onwards to about sixteen I didn’t even see the need for it, so unrefined was my artistic eye, and even when shown the utility of it as… Continue Reading “Editing”
Moving introspection.
Another Monday, another day in the cube. Though I’m not complaining much here – if I wasn’t at work I’d be home among boxes my half-packed apartment. Not to mention the looming stack of paper which needs sorting. At least I’m down to the… Continue Reading “Moving introspection.”
An open love letter.
I woke up this morning feeling incredibly lucky and incredibly in love. A little tired from a late-night at the WISE mind you, I’m trying to get this post out before the patina wears thin and the real exhaustion sets in later today. You… Continue Reading “An open love letter.”
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