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Today is day 120 of InkStains, and I must admit, I have not yet written today’s story.
It’s still early.
In the past four months, I have taken one free day from each (I’d allowed up to three per month, but cannot stop writing long enough to take that much time away).
I have written some stories that […]
Over 9 months ago, I had a heart attack, and I have not shaved since. I’ve used a trimmer. I’ve kept it neat. But today, with much needless ceremony, I took a new razor and new shaving cream, and scraped my face clean.
(Also, I’ve recovered nicely and have lost a great deal of weight and […]
I’ve been doing this for over three months now. It’s a lot of writing. I’ve written until my hand cramped and I thought it’d never come back to its original shape. I’ve written deep into the night, during lunch hours, first thing in the morning.
I’m discovering things about myself.
I’m exploring new places, venturing outside my […]
What happens after we die?
That’s not a question I’m prepared to answer, or really even to ask. But suppose, for a moment, that we examine the digital side of it?
What happens when our online persona is put to death?
It’s hard to say killed. Murdered would be more accurate; but even then, the avatar persists, and […]
It starts: “She Dances.”
With one line left to write, I tried to squeeze it in at the bottom. But in fact, it was two lines, so I wrapped it around the corner.
This is a portrait of the writer in natural light.
The writer is also a photographer.
The photographer is also an adventurer.
The adventurer is also a man.
Wow, I’ve not been doing a good job of keeping you updated on my InkStain projects. I may mention some on Twitter and Facebook, but here, on my own yard, I’ve been silent.
I’m not going to attempt to talk about every individual story since Day 44.
I’ve done a few essays during that time, some being […]
I’ve been writing and writing, some days until my fingers cramp up and twist into unnatural shapes, pouring out words and stories. Many have been fiction. A few have been personal essays. A couple have been explorations of the same idea from different approaches.
It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted any sort of update […]
A Writer Writes Alone and in the Dark.
InkStains progresses nicely. Yesterday’s may have been the longest story thus far. Three hours straight, after which my hand was contorted into an unnatural state. But still, today, I write again.
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