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I wrote with my friends. Almost everyone did. Sometimes I wrote too much. Sometimes, others did. I liked to write. I still like to write. But I did not write to the point of blacking out, and I never sexually assaulted anyone. There is a bright line between writing, which I gladly do, and which I fully embrace, and sexually assaulting someone, which is a violent crime.

We wrote too much. We liked to write. You know, we... whatever the chart says, a word/page count chart.

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When I used to write almost twenty years ago on Open Diary, many of my stories were from my time spent in Europe and Asia. I had just returned from essentially twenty years of thrift and minimali...


When I was talking with Oh Don Dong the other day he mentioned that he wished that he had more time to spend listening to podcasts. He said listening to music on Spotify and watching movies on Ne...


In today’s post I continue my critique of Youtube videos and how my summer days play out. For me a successful day is when I don’t drive anywhere, talk to anyone or put on socks. I’m a simple man ...


Above the line As a rule when I’m out in society I tend not to talk too much about myself. Instead I keep the conversation going by active listening and asking questions. I don’t do this on purpo...


Above the line I don’t have much to say about this post. There are no Verona Revelations, no lightening strikes of sudden profoundness, no eureka moments and sadly no nuggets of gold, fool’s gold...


Above the line Half a month into the morning routine of writing 750 words and I’m in the zone, just free writing about whatever in on my mind and whatever is happening in my life. I gave up tran...


Above the line I met a guy one time and hung out for a few weeks. We overlapped as he was just new in Ottawa, maybe a visiting professor or a graduate student. A writer. I was just about to leave...


August 13, 2019

Time is running out in Morning Stream

I divide my months into thirds which puts today in the middle of August. The middle of August will be followed by the end of August. And then September. Summer is slipping away. It took so long t...


Above the line In my ongoing criticism of Youtube videos on Taiwan and Travel, in this post I get more and more critical of a couple of bad movie makers. At times like this, I remind myself of Ho...


Above the line The only thing more boring than listening to someone describe a dream they had is listening to them describe a meal they had. On YouTube, I don’t care how “so good” something is. E...


August 09, 2019

Fool’s gold in Captured thoughts

In Canada the fact that we have legalized weed and illegalized weapons is most evident when you watch downtrodden, somewhat lost but over-confident Canadians struggling to get by as featured extr...


Above the line Upon more reflection on why I like to write or more specially why I should continue to free write 750 words every morning, there are really only two reasons. 1. Like I mentioned y...


Above the line There are a few kernels of undigested corn and some half peanuts in these 750 word daily stream of consciousness pants loads of mess. The line about “he should have called his chan...


Notes on Atomic light After a week of writing 750 words a day, my brain seems to be fine with rambling on about things of no real importance. In this one I fret about how I feel about time, drin...


Notes on Vilfredo It seems like in nature the natural balance falls along the 80/20 rule. I think 20 percent of the people make 80 percent of the money; I know they do in my chosen profession. I ...


Notes on bog I begin to complain already about the routine of writing 750 words every morning with my second cup of coffee. I complain about writing. I complain about all the routines in my life,...


Notes on three There is this doughy-looking late-middle aged bald guy who walks his little white dog past my home to the park and back two or three times a day. It bugs me that he’s the guy I ke...


I don’t like holidays as much as I like the build up to holidays. The promise of holidays, the nostalgia of holidays is what keeps them going. The same can be said for whatever this is, let’s ca...


Notes on two More than a month has gone by since I wrote this. This was my second day of writing 750 words daily. No, I’m not going to post them all here on Prose Box as there is a lot of boring ...


I rediscovered a site I once was on for a few weeks. I don’t remember how I rediscovered it but I signed up, what the hell, I thought, I’ll do the free trial. It wants me to write 750 words a day...


July 30, 2019

tobacco country in Morning Stream

The days away saw us touch on two great lakes, Ontario and Erie, something for everyone in this part of the world. When I was a kid, it was “fruit land” but now it is wine country. When I was a...


July 29, 2019

Sounding it out in 1% better

The rain woke me up today. It was after 9 and I was drifting free of the realm. I thought it sounded like autumn. I woke up in Beijing in 2004 with a low hum outside my hotel window. I looked ou...


I put in a quick call to Mama Wong at the Soontang Gardens to see if I had any messages. She had served the military during the Vietnam War and she still ran a barber shop smack dab ground zero, ...


It gets cold sleeping inside a tin can on wheels. Like it or not, we are connected to nature. That also means pretty much going to bed when the sun goes down and getting up again when it comes up...


We left town a little late, one thing leading to another. The missus had a 3pm meeting, we had to get the townhouse airbnb ready for the next guest, we had to shower, feed the dog, fill the holdi...


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