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Writing Prompt #3

The biggest lie I've ever told... From the shores of Wicket Lake, Thanks for joining me for a weekly writing prompt! Don't forget -- if you're responding to this prompt, let me know! Comments, links, emails!

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Writing Prompt #2

I never thought I could... I never thought I could write a novel. Oh, I wanted to! I've wanted to write for as long as I can remember. Before I began school, I would have my mom and my older siblings make practice letters for me to trace. I longed to write, even if I… Continue reading Writing Prompt #2

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Throw the Writing Advice Away

There are so many opinions about how and what you should write. Write what you know. Don't write what you know.  Write something original. There are no original stories. Follow the rules. Break the rules. Don't "It was a dark and stormy night"... Unless it was a dark and stormy night. If you're waiting for… Continue reading Throw the Writing Advice Away

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When A Story Writes Itself

So there we were... I had worked since six o'clock the previous morning before making the ten hour drive to spend Thanksgiving at my future mother-in-law's house. After a late (or early, rather) arrival and an even later bedtime, my alarm woke me at half-past five to enjoy Thanksgiving morning with my fiance and his… Continue reading When A Story Writes Itself

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A Thankful Heart

A little more than a week ago, a young woman from our community passed away. She had been battling cancer for some time. She and her husband were active members of the local faith community, and poured themselves into others and into serving and into doing those little things that matter. Her life has impacted… Continue reading A Thankful Heart

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Wicket Snippet: The Memories of the Stars

A fog rose heavy over the autumn morning, breaking only a sliver for the first light of the still-hidden sun. Each blade of meadow grass had been frozen in its place with an early frost which now glistened as it melted and slid down to water the fields of New Praet. Two statues had been… Continue reading Wicket Snippet: The Memories of the Stars