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I'm Still Here

Despite that it's been almost five months since I've last written something here.

Thing is, I'm always writing. If not here, it's a story, short story, novel, devotion or poem.

And if I can squeeze in a blog post here and there, I seriously feel like I've accomplished something.

I am reading too. Just read the best-seller Divergent, by Veronica Roth. I will say that it get's you thinking, this book. About reality and socialism and humanity and God.  I'm not much for dystopian fiction -- as all you have to do is turn on the news and see we're practically in that world already. Plus, I don't know if it's because Katniss already did her thing in The Hunger Games, but it took me about the first hundred pages just to get into the book. I kept thinking, I've read this before ... I've heard this before ... despite the fact that genre fiction is all about repetitive subject matter.

And then. Just like that, I was hooked. I'm a little late to this party, as the book as been out for two years.

But writing in a cave sort of does that to you.

I come out for coffee and to break up my boys' brotherly spats, only to return and enter my own writing world with chocolate and Etsy to break up my late afternoons.

Vampires don't seem so weird right now. In fact, they've got good reason to stay inside -- away from the U.S of Dystopia.

Anyway, am working on another book, hope to get it published, and will keep you posted.

Thanks for checking in!

Keep writing.

See... I do get out and get some Vitamin D.



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