a stack of old weathered-looking journals with the words on one page showing "I kept journals of my life...and then I was gone" with a fountain pen, signifying the shortness of life

    I Kept Journals

    Off and on throughout my life, I have been a writer. I guess you could say that I am a writer. Among other things, I kept journals. I still keep journals. I just don’t write in them as much as I used to (although I’m working on getting back into the habit). Snoopy, the Red…
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    journaling into the night seems a fitting image for this post about personal blogging

    Personal Blogging

    This blog doesn’t get updated much. The effect shows in the non-readership and I’m not really terribly concerned about that. This blog was originally created with the intent that it would be a “personal” blog, but blogging about my personal life seems to me problematic. At first, I thought it would be a great idea…
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    Nothing to See

    Advance warning: This is essentially stream of consciousness writing. It’s unedited. If you become bored with it…well, you’ve been warned. I went out last night and bought my first-ever copy of Writer’s Market. Other than the fact that someone told me to do it, I’m still not sure why. I think it’s because I’d like…

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