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Thursday, February 19, 2009

A Hoarder Named Bea

...I never knew her name, never talked to her, until the day she was mugged. She carried her purse clutched in her left arm against her breast with the strap over her shoulder. I was driving down the street behind her when I was horrified to see a young man run up behind her and try to grab her... Sign in to see full entry.

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I have many stories to tell, the roots of which are bedded in truth. It is fun to play with details and descriptions and embellish them for effects. And so, though my stories have a history and authenticity, in a novel(s) is where they belong. Writing that novel(s) is no easy task, and it is time consuming. There are many obstacles along the way that would keep a writer from reaching the goal--a published book.

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