TAKING A WEEK OFF TO CELEBRATE!

Hi Everyone,

My Wife Is Celebrating Her 75th Birthday This Week
So We Decided That Was A Milestone Deserving Of A
Week Of Celebration, Pampering And Some Travel!!

I’m Giving Her My “Undivided” Attention So I Want To Encourage
You To Explore And View My Early 2017 Archives While I’m
Away
.

Be Happy!  Write More!!  Keep Following Your Dreams!
Hum More (You Can’t Help But Hum When Your Heart Is Happy)!

Chuck

Promote Yourself Monday, September 23, 2019

Come join in the fun at The Go Dog Go Cafe’s free event – Promote Yourself Monday! Come share one of your best poems/pieces with over 5,000 patrons. Show off your work and tempt them to follow you?? Be sure and reblog the Event Page on your blog so your followers can promote themselves too!!

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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davidbrucehaiku: go start a band

10 Ways Perfectionism Kills the Writer (And 10 Ways it Doesn’t)

A Writer's Path

by Kelsie Engen

Perfectionism is a killer.

Most of the time, I think I’ve taken care of my perfectionist tendencies. But then a time like this resurges in my life to remind me that I am still bowing to the invisible demons of perfectionism.

Case in point: I’m at the point in my Broken Time revisions where I’ve lost the rose-colored glasses. I’m just over halfway through with my revision, making more changes than I thought I needed to, and now I see it like it is: a novel still in need of much work, of which I will never be satisfied with.

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Mere Words

Confab With Me

The words that used to ruffle your world,
the days when my thoughts made you desirous,
burning that heart while it yearned for me

Are now scattered on your barren canvas, lurching to touch your soul,
but the hearts have changed,
our world doesn’t converge anymore
and the verses that elated you in the past
are now nothing but a mere set of words
staring in oblivion with diminishing hope

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