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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. 👊

RADIO HOST: Climate change isn't real. No science. It's political. It's all about making money.

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RADIO HOST: Climate change isn't real. No science. It's political. It's all about making money.







Pauses for commercial break.

Myrna Loy

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Myrna Loy



One of the greatest, coolest, most sarcastic actors ever.

"The air is weird"

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"The air is weird"



Been playing Dead Effect 2 on Xbox One and I'm loving it. I could tell it was gonna have an old school console shooter quality about it, and it does. Which makes me happy. I need one of those in my life.







What's not to love? Sci-fi. Zombie killing. Neat weaponry.







And sometimes, it just makes me laugh. Like this moment.







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I'm planning to write a review on this one. So more on it later.







#DeadEffect #DeadEffect2 #Xbox #XboxOne

Writing: The Struggle is Real

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Writing: The Struggle is Real



Writing, when it comes, is a glorious waterfall of emotions and glory. The feeling is one I can hardly describe. But there are moments, times, days, weeks, months when you become beaten. Slapped. Kicked. Beaten with a bat, run over by car. Shot. Stabbed. Trampled by a stampede.







It’s a moment when you sit down to get to work and there is a void. A great nothingness. Thus begins a struggle with an invisible foe. It feels like it’s you against a black hole. It sucks you in and you can’t quit it. You stand no chance.







It’s nothing. Nothing.







Nothing.







So you try to turn your thoughts away from the typing part of writing, try to focus on other things like notes. Research. Something.







Still. Nothing.







Punched. Spit upon. Scarred, cut, wounded.







You’re not sure you can go on. You try desperately to trick yourself into it by turning to music. That trusty playlist you’ve been building up with music to help inspire and guide you. So you listen. You listen. You listen still.







HOLY …