May I have 10,000 marbles please?

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“What doesn’t kill us gives us something new to write about.”

– Young Adult, Science Fiction & Fantasy, and Romance writer Julie Wright

Oh, I’ve got stories.

Not all of them are current. But I did tell a friend the other day that I’m in a Rita Hayworth poster and rock hammer kind of mood. Look up the reference. It will do you good.

As will the reference for the title of this post.

I’ve learned, or perhaps I’m continuing to learn, that everything that happens to me can be a story.

True, as I’ve said before, I can’t tell all of the stories until a few more people have died.

But life events, annoyances, people who are a PITA (again, look up the reference), can all be source material for stories.

It’s funny or perhaps not, that so many things in my life are good story material.

Mostly with the exception of some day job annoyances and a bank balance that’s less than I’d like it to be, I’m doing okay. Well, that and the scales that lie to me every morning at the gym.

Work with me.

I started a new writing project yesterday.

Let me back up. On July 20 of last year I started a writing project, promising myself that in addition to blogging and paid assignments that I would write a minimum of 500 words a day. In the fall I increased that to 1,000. I was pretty successful. The work may, or may not, someday become another book.

I finished that project on Sunday.

The new goal is to write creatively every day. Either a short story, an essay, poetry (which really isn’t my thing).

I don’t anticipate that this will be great writing. It might. It’s more an act of discipline.

I’ll give periodic update on how it’s going.

And who knows, maybe someday I’ll write something worth selling.

After all I’m going to need money for a big-@$$ poster of Rita Hayworth.

And about 10,000 marbles.

And then there’s this.



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