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By on Sep 7, 2016 in The Scrawl |

I remember listening to Paul Harvey way back when. He was more Chicken Soup for the Soul than anything else and I didn’t particularly care for him, but his voice was real. His voice was everyone’s grandfather. And it made him famous. It made his quaint little stories what they were. Nobody else would listen to those stories without that voice. I have been trying, lately to touch some writing again. And it’s not going well. I have story ideas constantly and write those down. Some really good ones, recently, in fact. I have these ideas but I can’t seem to find the voice. I can’t seem to find the voice of my characters… but really I feel more like I can’t find my own voice anymore. And I think that’s okay. I once gave up writing for a few years. I wrote exactly nothing between 2006-2011. I wrote a book in 2006, in a month, and then I lost it...

I cannot stand the sound of anyone, ever, whispering in my ears. Don’t ever do that to me.

By on Sep 4, 2016 in The Scrawl |

    Once, there was a way to get back homeward Once, there was a way to get back home Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Golden slumbers fill your eyes Smiles awake you when you rise Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Once, there was a way to get back homeward Once, there was a way to get back home Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry And I will sing a lullaby – The Beatles, Golden Slumbers Share this:ShareClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click...