journal / diary
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I’ve gone over, like, seven different drafts of this post and haven’t seemed to be able to word it in a way that sounds cohesive. In one version, I sounded incredibly whiny, albeit unintentionally so, and in another, I could not manage to maintain a thought for any longer than a sentence or two. So
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A few years ago, I attended a free writers’ workshop that was hosted at the Tim Faulkner gallery, a local art spot in Louisville, and I can’t say that I was expecting anything. I had arrived too late to speak to any publishers or printers like I had wanted to – work kept me from
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So I didn’t do the Friends challenge (obviously), and I’ve spent the last month or so working from home and adjusting to life in the time of corona. I’ve had the worst cough since February (seriously, it’s basically a permanent part of my life now, despite being on two inhalers and a prescription nasal spray),
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