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New contribution to Totally Novel on writing, update on Sweet Sixteen Killer

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I've been pretty quiet lately on the blog, sorry about that. I've been laying mostly low, though I did recently begin contributing to a new website for writers and readers called Totally Novel. My first contribution for members of the site is a post I titled 3 things that prevented me from writing a novel. To read the post, sign up for a free trial. Take a look around and if you don't wanna stay, don't renew membership. That said, it's a pretty cool effort being put together by a former Google+ member like myself. As a matter of fact there are several members on the site from the old Google+ days. (Side note: there is a free membership option)
I will be contributing to the Totally Novel blog bi-monthly for now. My next addition will be in August. I'm super excited for the site and I hope you can come join us and become a part of the groups, forums, blog, workshops, and more. 
All that said, I haven't given up here. This is still my primary site and blog. 👊

Inner Thoughts

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Description. Stacy is your inner thoughts, and she is calling. Better listen up.

Inner Thoughts

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Description. Stacy is your inner thoughts, and she is calling. Better listen up.

May I direct your attention to my awesomeness

Below I'm trying out a new tool called Screenr. It's a browser-based screen-capture software from Articulate. I'm considering using this tool to tell stories in a very unique way. Stay tuned.

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May I direct your attention to my awesomeness

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Below I'm trying out a new tool called Screenr. It's a browser-based screen-capture software from Articulate. I'm considering using this tool to tell stories in a very unique way. Stay tuned.

Underdogs

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Michaels was sleeping on his bus, and woke startled to a knock on the glass of the door. He rubbed his eyes and saw Ms. Richards, the cheer-leading coach for the basketball team at Herbert Hoover High School. The Wildcats had taken a beating in the first two quarters, which was no surprise, and took full control of the game in the last two quarters, coming out of the halftime with full stamina and resolve to take back the game. The Wildcats were generally known across the state as underdogs, and had won countless games in similar fashion for the past thirty years. But, Michaels didn’t even know this, because he cared little about sports, and even less about high school sports. Generally, he drove the little cheerleaders and their coach to the game, and then read a book or slept until someone knocked on his door. Outwardly it appeared that Richards didn’t care much for him. From an academic standpoint she was an English teacher, and from a personal standpoint she was somewhat of a snob…

Underdogs

Michaels was sleeping on his bus, and woke startled to a knock on the glass of the door. He rubbed his eyes and saw Ms. Richards, the cheer-leading coach for the basketball team at Herbert Hoover High School. The Wildcats had taken a beating in the first two quarters, which was no surprise, and took full control of the game in the last two quarters, coming out of the halftime with full stamina and resolve to take back the game. The Wildcats were generally known across the state as underdogs, and had won countless games in similar fashion for the past thirty years. But, Michaels didn’t even know this, because he cared little about sports, and even less about high school sports. Generally, he drove the little cheerleaders and their coach to the game, and then read a book or slept until someone knocked on his door. Outwardly it appeared that Richards didn’t care much for him. From an academic standpoint she was an English teacher, and from a personal standpoint she w…