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Tag Archives: writing
Way back when I first started blogging, over on Cordelia’s site, I wrote a post called “Why I Write and Will Continue to Write.” Don’t bother trying to find that old post – Cordelia has since taken down my early … Continue reading
I’ve seen more than a few posts recently from bloggers who claim to have run out of ideas for stories. In order to keep the blogosphere running as it should (because I’m just so wonderful), I’m making an unusual … Continue reading
Originally posted on nickclaussen.com:
After two weeks without posting anything, I would like to take some responsibility and offer an explanation. It’s not my fault. Thank you. I felt I needed to get that off of my chest. I…