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treaty

What is a divorce but a treaty between two warring parties?

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 06.05.2012 @ 1:30 pm

emptying

Writing is cathartic: a way of emptying out the brain and burning the trash that filled it.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 06.04.2012 @ 3:50 pm

cap

My husband came home with a cap today. It is black leather, and looks like something an Irishman — like my husband — would wear. His father, an incurable bargain hunter, found it for him at one of the many thrift shops he frequents.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 06.03.2012 @ 4:38 pm

necessity

What’s are necessities in my life? Something to write with (be it paper and pen or computer) and a bottle of anything caffeinated. Beyond those items, I’m flexible.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 06.02.2012 @ 3:21 pm

convict

Sometimes my heart plots
With memories to convict
My guilt-ridden soul

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 06.01.2012 @ 8:43 pm

reporter

When I thought about writing as a child, I remember wanting to be a reporter — someone who tracked down stories and shared them with the world. As I got older, I realized writing fiction was easier — no one would ever question a plausible fiction the way they do facts.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.30.2012 @ 12:37 pm

architecture

I love architecture. Older buildings are the most fascinating to me — and usually have the most personality. Only builders born of the industrial age and later could think that tract homes are a good idea.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.29.2012 @ 2:04 pm

dilemma

I rarely have any dilemmas. Decisions are generally easy for me to make. The biggest problem I run into is whether to cook or eat at a restaurant — this problem can be solved by simply failing to plan a meal.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.28.2012 @ 11:30 am

transform

How does one transform the world? One good decision at a time. One friendly smile, one kind word, one positive change.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.27.2012 @ 11:22 am

stunt

People say all sorts of things will stunt your growth. Me, I always was willing to give it a try: cigarettes, alcohol, too much caffeine. Whatever. Nothing worked — I’m six feet tall. Or maybe it did work: I was supposed to be seven feet.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.26.2012 @ 2:02 pm

retrieve

How do you retrieve a wasted life? If you could go back and give yourself one piece of advice that might make you go a different direction — change your fate — would you do it? Or would you let stay the course and end up where you are right now?

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.24.2012 @ 1:49 pm

monitor

I stare at the monitor, wondering what the email will say this time. This is not the first time I’ve received a note from this unidentified stranger from the future. Usually, I take her advice. This time, though, I’m happy.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.22.2012 @ 11:20 am

quest

I wonder what it’s like to be on a quest. Maybe I’m already on one — a quest for immortality through my writing. Yes, that sounds like a lovely quest. Unfortunately, I seem to have more than my share of challenges and I never seem to make any progress.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.21.2012 @ 2:02 pm

calling

Calling others has always presented a problem to me. I hate dialing a number and waiting for someone to answer. I worry that I’ll say something stupid, or that the person I’m calling won’t actually want to hear from me. I worry that they are doing something much more important.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.20.2012 @ 4:45 pm

pile

My clothes always end up in a pile on top of this wooden bench my father made. I say it’s a bench — actually, it’s a hinged hamper disguised as a bench. The pile of clothes should actually be inside it, not piled on top of it.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.19.2012 @ 3:01 pm

base

Sometimes, I’m just way off base. I’m out of step with the world — almost like I’m just a fraction of a second ahead or behind the rest of the world. I wish I could hop in a time machine and land in exactly the right spot — or not, actually.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.18.2012 @ 9:03 pm

backspace

I use the backspace key a lot when I’m typing. It’s automatic for me. Sometimes, I wish I could backspace my life — just click on the keys and erase a few years of history. Not lately, of course, but I’d love to backspace over a few years toward the end of my twenties.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.17.2012 @ 10:15 pm

romance

My best romance has been with my second husband. My first husband once told me that we weren’t pretty, but at least I was smart. My current husband tells me how beautiful I am every day. It doesn’t matter if it isn’t strictly true. He believes it.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.16.2012 @ 11:49 am

engine

My father has spent most of his life bent over one engine or another. I used to think he preferred them to Mom and me. Now, of course, I understand that his vocation was also his avocation. Nothing pleases him more than solving a mechanical mystery.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.15.2012 @ 4:58 pm

insect

I have no love for insects. Bugs — all of them, save ladybugs and butterflies — are repulsive to me. I keep a fly swatter near my desk, just in case one of these unwelcome creatures wanders into my office.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.14.2012 @ 12:48 pm

disregard

Disregard this statement. In fact, I recommend that you disregard all statements make by me. Especially when I’m in a bad mood. And even when I’m in a good mood. You see, I can’t be trusted — I’m a writer.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.13.2012 @ 8:33 pm

lending

I don’t like lending my books to people. They always come back a little worse for the wear, with bent pages, highlighting, and other signs of use. I never mark in my books, so this sort of thing tends to irritate me.

» Posted By SWellsBennett On 05.12.2012 @ 2:12 pm

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