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Sunday Evening Post, Iss. 15
Guess. Who’s. BACK. I finally feel like myself again. I don’t know what happened to trigger the low, angry, unproductive end of my...
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Theresa Green
May 31, 20202 min read
Sunday Evening Post, Iss. 14
I did make an attempt last week. I attempt to write most weeks; I usually fail brilliantly on the execution so for weeks like last week,...
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Theresa Green
May 24, 20202 min read
Sunday Evening Post, Iss. 13
I’m jealous of you. I’m jealous of your ability to create fiction and not feel like you’re donating both kidneys...
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Theresa Green
May 17, 20201 min read
Sunday Evening Post, Iss. 12
The day finally arrived that I sat down and I wrote words. At first, it was like a crack in the dam, a tiny jet of high-powered freedom. The
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Theresa Green
May 10, 20202 min read
Sunday Evening Post, Iss. 11
It’s been a ridiculously exhausting week but I made it. I tapped out Thursday morning at 2 am. I could feel it coming, knew my brain was...
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Theresa Green
May 3, 20202 min read
Sunday Evening Post, Iss. 10
It happened.
For one three-minute stretch, the stars aligned. I had the cognitive function, emotional focus, and the creative capacity.
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Theresa Green
Apr 26, 20202 min read
Sunday Evening Post, Iss. 9
What a week. I tried, I really did. There’s something about Games Time that is all-consuming.
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