Obliviousness, HVAC Problems, & Juggling Email Accounts

When I woke up this morning, I didn’t have much to write about. Thankfully (/s), the universe knew it was Frustration Friday and handed me a steaming pile of crap to deal with.

I apologize in advance, friends. This one gets a little crankier than I normally try to go with Frustration Friday, but here we go!

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Playing With Wordiness

I edit web copy for a living. It’s…enlightening, to say the least.

One of the most intriguing things I’ve noticed over the years is how writers will pack their prose full of unnecessary words and phrases — usually in the hopes of making themselves sound smarter or of meeting the required word count for a freelance job.

I want to play with the kind of wordiness I see on a daily basis. I want people to understand my frustration (even though it’s not a Frustration Friday week). And I want to see if I can even create the kind of concision I expect from writers.

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Frustration Friday: Gerunds, Trick-or-Treating, Daylight Saving Time, and Migraines

I started this post a few hours ago by being like, “It’s been another relatively mild fortnight…” but it hasn’t really. I’m actually quite irritated and/or bummed out by certain events of the last few weeks. So here we go!

Gird your loins, my comrades. It’s Frustration Friday!

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Where Am I Going?

This is my entry for the WritersDomain 2017 scary story contest.

Where am I going?

The old truck rattled in its seniority, unable to keep the rain from dripping in through weathered seals. The driver was rough, shadowed far past 5 o’clock, and smelled every bit as much as he looked freshly exhumed from wormy earth.

“Hope you wasn’t walkin’ too long in all this. Saw your car back a ways so I was lookin’ out for someone.” His tone was all gravel and pavement. I said nothing.

The rain made the road slick and shiny and the headlights almost useless. The lightning was blinding every time it gave me a terrifying snapshot of the surrounding forest. The dark had a way of twisting even the most benign and beautiful things into counterfeit demons.

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