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Month: November 2014

Brick and walls: So, you want to be a writer

  Billy,   I’m trying to punch a hole in what some would call writer’s block. Normally, I would sit down to a computer and write whatever came to mind. In my recent state of lethargy, I find that a keyboard yields up little in the way of exciting material. Nothing’s…

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The nihilist in me, or The confessions of a dirty mind

Dear Irene, All right. You’re right. I admit to my potty mouth. It comes naturally. Growing up where I did, going to Catholic schools, and being a drunk for most of my first 30 years . . . well, it affected me. I could say that these things gave me…

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