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The wastebasket is a writer's best friend. Isaac Bashevis Singer. Monday, December 15, 2008. Joyce’s ears buzzed. Confusion and conversation enveloped her from all corners of the room. “We broke up last night”… “I’ve had him for two classes and he’s pretty easy”… “Wanna see what’s upstairs? Wait Do they even go here? They were drawn to the party like moths to a bulb, blindly attracted to its warm appeal and mindlessly joining the throng of red cups that held that horrible liquid. That smell! 8220;All-aro...

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The wastebasket is a writer's best friend. Isaac Bashevis Singer. Monday, December 15, 2008. Joyce’s ears buzzed. Confusion and conversation enveloped her from all corners of the room. “We broke up last night”… “I’ve had him for two classes and he’s pretty easy”… “Wanna see what’s upstairs? Wait Do they even go here? They were drawn to the party like moths to a bulb, blindly attracted to its warm appeal and mindlessly joining the throng of red cups that held that horrible liquid. That smell! 8220;All-aro...

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The Wastebasket: "Regards, Joyce"

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The wastebasket is a writer's best friend. Isaac Bashevis Singer. Monday, December 15, 2008. Joyce’s ears buzzed. Confusion and conversation enveloped her from all corners of the room. “We broke up last night”… “I’ve had him for two classes and he’s pretty easy”… “Wanna see what’s upstairs? Wait Do they even go here? They were drawn to the party like moths to a bulb, blindly attracted to its warm appeal and mindlessly joining the throng of red cups that held that horrible liquid. That smell! 8220;All-aro...

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The Wastebasket: February 2008

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The wastebasket is a writer's best friend. Isaac Bashevis Singer. Sunday, February 3, 2008. Words of Wisdom from Flannery O'Connor's "Mystery and Manners". 8220;The Catholic writer, insofar as he has the mind of the Church, will feel life from the standpoint of the central Christian mystery: that it has, for all its horror, been found by God to be worth dying for. But this should enlarge, not narrow, his field of vision”. I believe in the truth of the Gospel, the authority of the Church, that Jesus did w...

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The Wastebasket: June 2008

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The wastebasket is a writer's best friend. Isaac Bashevis Singer. Saturday, June 7, 2008. Idea for first scene. Who does she meet? I think her roomate is going to be a glamor girl from California who comes back at 5 am every night "slightly woozy", befriends the naive Joyce and brings her to a party. Any ideas for names? I'm 100% open to ideas. She thought to herself,. I’m finally on my own. New home, and she was excited for it. No matter what it may bring. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Idea for first scene.

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The Wastebasket: July 2008

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The wastebasket is a writer's best friend. Isaac Bashevis Singer. Wednesday, July 9, 2008. And struck me as an incident that could be used in a painful short story. 160;I started thinking about her, about her life, what went on between her parents, who she was.  Then it stopped being about her, but about a character, and even more than the child, but about the father. So what can I do with this? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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The Wastebasket: Changing Lanes- My Fiction Writing Short Story

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The wastebasket is a writer's best friend. Isaac Bashevis Singer. Monday, May 5, 2008. Changing Lanes- My Fiction Writing Short Story. 8220;Hey Ben, hold on a minute.” Ben turned to face Donald, the store manager, a middle-aged, overweight man who seemed to think he was somehow a father figure to Ben. “Congratulations, again,” he smiled and shook Ben’s hand. 8220;Thank you, sir. It means a lot.” Ben wondered if his feigned sincerity was even a little bit believable. He slammed the front door behind him i...

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Stories: Schemes: Salvation: Score!: March 2008

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Monday, March 31, 2008. Can you hear me now? My soul is so wounded,. Can you save me now? You walk by the seashore, With palms turned on down. The seagulls are singing, But you can't hear the sound. The Wayfarer's steps shine a light through the grey,. You look at Him now and your heart longs to say. Can you hear me now? My soul is so wounded,. Can you save me now? You cast your nets over, The rippling waves. The moonlight is shining, But you're blind in a haze. The Wayfarer's smile is all you can see,.

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Stories: Schemes: Salvation: Score!: How did you know!?

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Stories: Schemes: Salvation: Score!: Antithesis: A Short Story based on the Martyrdom of Blessed Miguel Pro

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Thursday, March 27, 2008. Antithesis: A Short Story based on the Martyrdom of Blessed Miguel Pro. Does our life become from day to day more painful, more oppressive, more replete with afflictions? Juan looked from behind the cold barrel of his gun. This man is courageous in spite of death. He is not arrogant like a rebel. He is not frightened however. Who is he? Here He was, living in Padre Miguel. Juan’s faith had been a causality of the persecution, he had forgotten Christ. He never did anything wrong!

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Mystery Incarnate: February 2009

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8220;Christ didn’t redeem us by a direct intellectual act, but became incarnate in human form, and he speaks to us now through the mediation of a visible Church. All this may seem a long way from the subject of fiction, but it is not, for the main concern of the fiction writer is with mystery as it is incarnated in human life.”- Flannery O'Connor. Wednesday, February 18, 2009. Obviously failing at that whole writing every day thing. For the most part, I'm failing at writing. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Mystery Incarnate: July 2009

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8220;Christ didn’t redeem us by a direct intellectual act, but became incarnate in human form, and he speaks to us now through the mediation of a visible Church. All this may seem a long way from the subject of fiction, but it is not, for the main concern of the fiction writer is with mystery as it is incarnated in human life.”- Flannery O'Connor. Wednesday, July 1, 2009. I Know the Plans I Have for You". This is a talk I gave about the Plan of God last week at girls' vocation camp. Hope you enjoy! In fa...

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Mystery Incarnate: June 2008

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8220;Christ didn’t redeem us by a direct intellectual act, but became incarnate in human form, and he speaks to us now through the mediation of a visible Church. All this may seem a long way from the subject of fiction, but it is not, for the main concern of the fiction writer is with mystery as it is incarnated in human life.”- Flannery O'Connor. Sunday, June 8, 2008. To each his own. Truth? And the award for biggest relativist ever goes to. While campaigning for Barack Obama- "I am following my.

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Stories: Schemes: Salvation: Score!: My Beef with St. Braveloins

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Stories: Schemes: Salvation: Score!: Wayfarer

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Monday, March 31, 2008. Can you hear me now? My soul is so wounded,. Can you save me now? You walk by the seashore, With palms turned on down. The seagulls are singing, But you can't hear the sound. The Wayfarer's steps shine a light through the grey,. You look at Him now and your heart longs to say. Can you hear me now? My soul is so wounded,. Can you save me now? You cast your nets over, The rippling waves. The moonlight is shining, But you're blind in a haze. The Wayfarer's smile is all you can see,.

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