A Writer’s Blog
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I have been trying to write up my impressions of my new home and new life in Eroreco Subdivision of Bacolod City since the end of my first month here. Each time I fail. My new home is not my home – . . .
At that terrifying moment when I realized I had contrived to throw my entire writing file into the trash on my Mac, and then empty it, I froze. It was a Wile E. Coyote moment, discovering I had chased the roadrunner over . . .
I hate facing the blank page. It scares me. And yet I do it all the time. This morning, for example, I have been sitting in front of an empty screen now for about 40 minutes. In the shower, I had an . . .
Day 52 and All’s Well
I have been trying to write up my impressions of my new home and new life in Eroreco Subdivision of Bacolod City since the end . . .
And Now…
When I published my last blog, I announced that the next entry would either be called The Big Goodbye or The Backslide. At that time, . . .
The Change
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Harley’s Prologue
This is the story of Harley Edison, a man trying to make sense of a world that has passed him by in many ways but impatiently expects him to catch up.
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Riverbank
THE SNOW WAS still falling outside, blanketing the streets in its deceptive white, coating the walkways with black ice. On the inside, drifting under the . . .
Through His Eyes
At the Scene FAR TOO EARLY on a Tuesday morning, unshaved and only just adequately dressed for his station, he arrived at the unfamiliar place . . .
Bicentennial
The future is 1976. It hovers just out of reach, only five months away, barely visible on the August horizon but reaching back along the . . .
