31 Days of Blogging – Day 6, Knowledge pt. 2

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Hi, everyone, I’m Tad.

Josh is sick, so he can’t be here today, but he made a list of things he wanted to say and asked if I’d write the post instead.

Here’s what he says,

  • Write what you know can be limiting in fiction.
  • This creates an excuse to learn more.
  • Imagining ourselves as other people/in other places can be just as valid as our own experience.

Okay, now that I’ve got that out of the way, we can move on to what I want to say.

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31 Days of Blogging – Day 5, Knowledge

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The problem with clichés is that we don’t take the time to unpack the nugget of wisdom that led to these phrases becoming clichéd in the first place. We just rattle them off as if everyone knows what we’re trying to say.

Write What You Know is another one of those that’s been tossed around without consideration for what it means. But the wisdom inherent to it remains evergreen even now.

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31 Days of Blogging – Day 4, Flow

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Whenever I restart my writing habit, the words come haltingly. Sparingly. In fits and starts.

Reaching 500 words on my first blog in this series took an effort of will and concentration brought about only because I had made a commitment to do this challenge.

When I start writing fiction again after a break, my brain feels cobwebby. I find my characters to be redundant and repetitive, my prose dull.

(Later, I can’t often tell what parts I wrote when I was tired/bored/cobwebby vs when I felt fully engaged with the text. But in the moment of writing, all of my resistance comes to bear on those early days.)

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31 Days of Blogging – Day 3, Mornings

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I’m no stranger to the power of mornings, even though I’m more often a stranger of mornings themselves than not.

My family tends more toward the night-owl nature.

Whether they would completely agree with me on that, I can’t say, but it is my observation that we all struggle to get up in the mornings and happily chat our way to midnight or later.

(For you true insomniacs and night-owls, realize that midnight really is quite late for those who have to be up at six or seven in the morning. Sometimes even earlier.)

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31 Days of Blogging – Day 2, Why

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It’s the most important question you can ask whenever you set out to do a thing.


Why do it?

Why go to the trouble?

From an unmotivated perspective — one I myself had not too long ago — it can sound like a discouragement.

Why would you even think of doing the thing you are about to do?

What’s the point?

And in that mindset, you want to keep the question as far from your mind as possible.

When trapped in lethargy, motion of any kind is a positive act.

But once you get the ball rolling, and action is automatic (or near enough to), then you need to start asking the most important question.


If you don’t have a satisfactory answer to this question, you’ll never be able to sustain your efforts. You might survive for a week or more on sheer willpower, but that’s an easily-exhausted resource that you’ll run out of eventually.

Trust me. I know from experience.

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A Writer’s Book of Days — 2 December 2016

It was her mother’s recipe

It was her mother’s recipe. That old witches’ brew.

A concoction for stirring up trouble.

And for curing a season of blues.

She spent all day and most of the night adding to the concoction. A pinch of parsley and a sliver of lime. The foot of a rabbit to make it sublime.

She didn’t know what it would do. That old witches’ brew. But it was her mother’s recipe, so she didn’t think it through.

When the water came to a boil, and she tossed the ingredients in, she felt an adulation as she watched the brewing begin.

The scents sent shivers running up and down her spine.

A little bit of pleasure and a whole lot of fear.

The pops and the gurgles told her the recipe was true. That old witches’ brew to cure a season of the blues.

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