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What do you do when certain books are banned?
Browsing through the past blog entries of Mercenary Writer’s Press, I found this AMAZING story of one high schooler’s act:
Is it OK to run an illegal library from my locker at school?–Yahoo! Answers
(Yes, it is 3 months old, but it’s still awe-inspiring)
Excerpt:
I go to a private school [...]

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Ever have one of those urges—a need to do something until it itches every cell in your body into an excitable frenzy? So urging that any sentence that comes from your mouth makes no sense (or, if you’re lucky, just a little sense)?
I have one of those. Right now. I want to [...]

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I have participated in a lot of fund-raising efforts these past years: I have walked. I have sold drinks, cookies, and other yum-yums. I even danced. But never have I wrote.
Oh sure, I’ve written letters, made fliers, and prepped for telephone calls. But an actual Write-A-Thon? Does such a thing exist?
Yes. It does.
Amidst a busy [...]

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For the past week, my handbag has held the following: my license, my cards, my phone, five single dollars, lip balm, one pen, three books, one notebook, and a water bottle. I don’t find it terribly heavy on my shoulder. It feels comforting actually; I like the weight of words, both my own and others, [...]

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Must a writer’s space always be stationary?
I’ve been asking myself this question all day. In light of Colby’s comment in yesterday’s post and the coming University year, I realized that, for months at a time, I won’t be able to look at my lovely notes on the wall or tap away on my five year old [...]

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When it comes to writing, I’m a perfectionist: a line written down would have to go through at least five revisions in my head then another five once on paper or screen; more ink scratches than legible words cover a sheet of paper and the backspace button looks to be most worn. Yes. Perfection is [...]

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I’m so small I can fit in the oddest places: the space under the bed, the box in the garage, or the cabinet below the sink. I’m so small I can slip into shadows—yours, his, the door’s—and stay there unnoticed for as long as the clouds hide the sun.
It seems that way at least.
Amidst conversation [...]

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 (Bookstore Stories: Part 2)
I read, or heard, the saying: “Wise men learn from the mistakes of others; and fools learn from their own.” With these wonderful words in mind, I strolled down memory lane for a great, awe-inspiring incident that might be of use.
I didn’t find one.
Instead, a silly, embarrassing incident jumped in front of [...]

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(Bookstore Stories: Part 1)
I extremely enjoyed my day at the lake yesterday: I drove a jet ski for the first time, rode on a speedboat, played games with my sisters, and, when the sun drew its head under the clouds to rest for next day’s adventures, I watched a storm pound a concert on the [...]

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 How much writing do you get done over the summer?
It may be because I am a student first and foremost, but I always thought summer as a break from the demands of human existence—freedom. Finally, I would think, as the school year fizzes to an end, I can write whatever I want, read however long [...]

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