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Wading Out To The Middle Of The Creek
Wading Out To The Middle Of The Creek I was never a tall child growing up. The coordination necessary for sports was not something I had in abundance, so reading, writing, and drawing kept me busy. Despite that, I loved the outdoors (even if my required sunblock would have kept a vampire alive.) One of my favorite activities—not that I got to do it often—was wading in creeks and catching crawdads. I was 13—maybe 14—years old when ours and another…
A Thanksgiving Day Message From The Downjotter
On this Thanksgiving Day, I would like to take a moment to reflect on the past year. Things started out strong with the old Downjotter, but, eventually, life intervened . My intentions were noble, but my writing schedule suffered from a bad case of reality. I am thankful for the few of you who continually check in looking for new content. I apologize for letting you down. Despite my failings, I truly do appreciate all of you who take time to…
Bobbing For Lobsters
Bobbing For Lobsters An odd thought, to be sure, but bobbing for lobsters is the one that popped into my head. Since it isn’t something on my bucket list, I hesitate to say that partaking of this activity tempts me. I am mildly curious about which would cause the greater discomfort; the pinching claws or the boiling water. When placing adversity in the path of your character, you have to consider the ramifications. Will your character be dealing with them…