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Continue reading →: Commute
The train isn’t busy, but I stand. Backpacks on free seats and warning glances when I approach keep me on my feet. I’m dressed for winter but still hot from the shower. I rushed out, hair damp, shoes untied; a chaotic train schedule breaking my morning flow. My hands feel…
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Continue reading →: Early morning
I slipped on my slippers. I squinted at the sunrise. I slept in the shower. Then I forced myself to go outside.
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Continue reading →: On this day…
I shall soon be six-and-twenty (January 22nd, 1814). Is there not any thing in the future that can possibly console us for not always being twenty-five? Lord Byron, written in his diary on December 1st, 1813 (Excerpt taken from the Faber Book of Diaries) From a thirty-two-year-old: You get over…
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Continue reading →: Wednesday
It’s the earliest day of the week. I’m reminded how bad I am at mornings. Thoughts come slower. The world is heavy today. Atlas has a little more weight on his shoulders. (sorry) On Wednesdays, I drive Julie into work – the journey takes an hour and twenty minutes. It’s…
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Continue reading →: Blank page
“I write best in the mornings,” is what I said. But do I? Or is that the only time I give myself time to write? And what if the morning, like this one, is spent staring at a blank screen. Is spent worrying about the words that won’t come. Is…
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Continue reading →: It’s never a sure thing – Two Novels and a Game
Sometimes I wonder if the problem is that I am too amazing.
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Continue reading →: Assemble with Care -a cute game about fixing stuff
I wrote a short review about the game Assemble with Care and only complained about the weather A LITTLE bit.
If I'm not writing, I'm snacking.
Hello,
I’m Rhi
I’m just a writer trying to live slower and be more observant of my feelings.
I am also a bit silly.
This blog is a mishmash of all that.
Rhi Axtell - Writer 