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The Novel Begins 3

2             My name is Joseph Tooley, and it was my father Jacob that went missing nine years ago out here in these very woods. No trace has ever been found of him in all that time. And believe me … Continue reading

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The Novel Begins Part 2

On this side of Jacobs Pass, so called for the old-timer Jacob Tooley who went missing in these woods some time ago, I wake up every morning in my cabin some six miles out of town, a good distance to … Continue reading

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Word Of The Every Other Day

Mollify [mol–uh-fahy]  verb (used with object), mollified, mollifying. Definitions for mollify to soften in feeling or temper, as a person; pacify; appease. to mitigate or reduce; soften: to mollify one’s demands. Citations for mollify …my mother would be dragged from … Continue reading

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The Novel Begins

Prologue             The splintering bark showered him as the shot exploded into the tree a mere foot from his head. “You can’t hide. I know every corner of this forest, and it will be your burying ground.” Cresting the hill, … Continue reading

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Which POV to Use

In the short amount of time that I’ve been learning this craft of creative writing, you know what I’ve found to be my favorite and most unexpected aspect to be? There are so many hardened rules to point you in … Continue reading

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How To Begin

OK, so here I am. I have my outline completed, with one major exception (thinking of switching the gender of my antagonist) and a few minor exceptions (how much depth to give some of my secondary and thirdondary—that’s a word … Continue reading

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The Mist of the Woods

            The crunch of the underbrush gave way to my hurried pace. I couldn’t tell if he was still on my trail because the hammering of my heart and heavy exhales were all I could hear. I was afraid to … Continue reading

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