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trying to write when life throws trees in your path
Kansas in the springtime. Colors pop from flowering pear trees in shades of pinks and purples and bulbs poke their heads through the soil; prairie pastureland turns black from (mostly) controlled burning and the air smells of smoke. Within days, lush green spikes appear. Bradford pears bloom white for a day or two until a storm…
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the end is just the beginning…
The last ~4,000 words of my novel were well received at writers group last week. Satisfying, passionate, touching, emotional. Tied up all the loose ends. YES! I don’t want you to think my writer friends just say glowing things because if all they did was squee then I wouldn’t grow as a writer. (Please, if…