It’s 05:55 on May 20th twenty twenty-two. It’s a normal Friday. I’m finishing up my first coffee of the day. I’m sitting in my recliner with my MacBook Pro on my lap. The overhead light bouncing off of the keyboard irritates me. The glare makes it hard for me to focus on the keys. I’m not a touch typist. Wanda uncurls herself from her “spot” on the couch. She jumps to the floor and immediately goes into her cleaning routine.
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Lately, to improve my writing as a microblogger, I’ve moved away from reading dry text where the author’s main intent is to teach the subject. I’m now reading more narrative text where the writer’s intent is to show their story and bring their world alive in the mind of the reader.
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