Barnyard
Of the three Buff Orpingtons in our flock, two of them look like this: But here’s the third one: They are 19 weeks old and supposed to be all hens. No eggs yet so I can’t tell from that. The rooster-y one is the same size as the other “hens,” doesn’t seem particularly dominant, and [...]
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There is no muse. The End. Just kidding. But it’s true. What we writers experience as “The Muse” is a sense of accomplish-ing. Past tense accomplishments only feel good for about five minutes, or weeks, or months. But, eventually the happy wears off. And that, my friends, is the curse of the writing bug. A [...]
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