A quill and a pot of ink are in frame. The quill has a small tear on the upper side nearest the writing tip. A dark line of ink dribbles away from it, like a winding river with a wide bend in the middle. The pot of ink is open, the liquid is so black it drowns out the light. A shadow lines the right side of the pot.

The writer’s way: an origin story

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“Life tests you first.” Read 282 words about a writer’s journey to find his calling.

This is a picture of a lake. The water is framed on the left and right by tall trees. It's fall and many of the trees' branches are bare. On the far side of the lake is a mountainous shoreline. Small waves ripple across the lake with a light breeze. The sky is cloudy, blocking the sun and casting shadows down on the lake.

Lake-Deep in Memory

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A short story about Big Clear Lake and how it shaped a quiet boy into a modest man with a wild spirit.