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    Where did that come from?

    Creativity doesn’t survive isolation. It’s a tricky balance…feeding creativity and then letting it live and do by itself. Too much food, not enough doing. Too much doing, the creative flow dries up. So, what feeds mine? Several things. How about a sampling? Blue Columbine was set in a place that I knew. I spent seven years in the mountains as a young child, and I have good memories playing in the aspens behind our little house. Dory Lakes? Yep, it’s a real place–community–above Black Hawk.  I also spent many years in the Denver area. Worked at a Cyclery Shop, did some mountain biking. In short, I knew the setting because…

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    Help for the Mid-Week Hurdle Give-Away

    My son just wandered out of his room, sleep heavy on his drooping head, not really ready to get up. It’s Wednesday. I love my summer; no schedule, living up life. But watching him drag himself to the couch like it might be his final steps before he completely collapses reminded me that there are others out there (most?) who don’t have my sleepy summer life. So, how about a little help over the Wednesday bump? Here’s my proposal….I’ll give away one kindle copy of a book to a random visitor. Just leave me a note in the comments of this post and we’ll pick a winner on Thursday. Be sure…

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    7-7-7 Challenge

    I was tagged by my writing buddy Sarah Monzon. Seven lines from page seven, and then tag seven more authors. Okay…here goes. You’re a better man than this. Ugh. That voice. Again. Forever intruding upon his life. What more did Mother want from him? He’d graduated from Stanford Law. He was a successful lawyer. Why couldn’t she just be proud of him, rather than digging up his personal flaws and flinging pointy shards of metal at them? His chest seemed to cave, and a sharp ache pressed against his stomach. Great. Even halfway across the country and without actually saying a word, Mother’s disappointment could needle his gut. ~Blue Columbine…