Tag Archives: Arts

What Fear Taught Me About Writing

“The only real failure in life is not to be true to the best one knows.” -Buddha Fear and failure When I came up with idea for this series of posts, I was most looking forward to fear. Fear is … Continue reading

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How I Improved In 2012.

When I was younger I wrote for the enjoyment of writing. I got nothing from it, I didn’t do it to see how far I could go with it or what kind of money I could make doing it. I … Continue reading

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When Blogging Connects

When I write this blog it’s in the hope that I reach someone, that my words somehow get across the blogosphere and connect with a reader. My blog post on Monday the 10th was one of those posts. My wife … Continue reading

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The Story That Won’t Go Away.

There’s always that idea that comes to you, or came to you a while ago. The one you know you should write, but there’s the research to do and there’s other things you need before starting it. I wrote about … Continue reading

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Damn, It Feels Good To Be Dark.

Your Inner Darkness Sometimes darkness has a way of finding you, finding who you are inside and manipulating it. These dark forces come from within each of us. We all have our darkness, the things that if we were to … Continue reading

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All In The Author’s Mind

When I wake its blackness, smoke-filled rooms, chaotic creatures crawling up through the sidewalk. These things come to me, they fill my soul, penetrate my mind with putrid dreams of creatures that are always here, always close. It’s not so … Continue reading

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On The Road With My Darker Self.

It crawls in, permeating and grabbing hold of your insides. Its claws waiting for the chance to spring out, waiting for the day you’re ready. This is what it feels like, at least to me, when a dark story pops … Continue reading

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