“Fool!” I said to myself. “A quiet morning and the household asleep, and you browsed Facebook for 20 minutes — 20 minutes that could have produced a poem, an insight, an image, a story idea, or a solution.”
“And now you’ve fretted and sulked for five minutes,” my self replied, “five minutes that could have produced a poem, an insight, an image, a story idea, and a solution. Stop beating me up, relax, and look over there.”
I looked. “What’s over there?”
“The way forward,” my self replied. “Come on, old friend, let’s get going.”
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Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.
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