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One Year of 750 Words

One year. For one year, every single day, whether all at once or spaced out, I have written at least 750 words. Every day. For a year. It started, like most things, as a recommendation from my friend. Mike had a found a website, 750words.com, and told me to look into...

Sleep is for the Weary

6:30am. I refused to look at the clock, knowing the time would be earlier than anything I wanted to see. Any number starting with 4, 5, or 6 would be trouble. It was a 6. The worst of the options. 4:00 would have been fine. The game would just be starting but I knew...

A Place For No Place

I believe today’s feeling of hope has to be as simple as positive reinforcement. I wrote (and posted) yesterday’s words out of fear and disappointment that I had let myself down. It was not exaggerated but it was exposing. So much so that I had to question...

I Care About the Little Things, Like Mar10 Day

Things matter to me. Like that first sentence. It’s incorrect. It’s incomplete. Things matter *too much* to me. Now it is correct. I have had my bouts with milk. I have lost all of them. And cried when they spilled. The only positive that has come from...