Cedar Writes

Category: passion

  • Men and Skirts

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    And no, I don’t mean kilts, which although they look like skirts, aren’t. No, I’m referring to an interesting phenomenon I’ve noted. It’s probably not new (is there anything in human nature that is new? It just comes around again and again) but it was new to me. I’m talking about a fear and loathing…

  • Adobe is Malicious

    Adobe is Malicious

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    Amanda S. Green wrote a lengthy post on Adobe, and their upcoming changes to DRM. I commented on it, and then decided I’d up the signal noise and share my experiences here on my blog, as well. Just so it’s clear, my publisher, StonyCroft Publishing, does not use DRM. Me, as a reader, I will…

  • The Rule of Fives

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    Mirror-posted at Mad Genius Club today. I found a post on Passive Voice about the Five Finger Rule, which I wasn’t familiar with. I had a good chuckle over his one-finger salute of it, and read the comments for further insight. In the comments, Will Entrekin came up with a lovely rebuttal, and one I…

  • Shameless Dabbler

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    Hat tip to Karen Ahle for the title of today’s post. I really am a shameless dabbler. I’m not an expert in anything, but if asked, I can answer questions on a lot of topics, and have often joked I have a ‘trivial mind’ because I know a little about a lot. I’m interested in…

  • For No Reason

    For No Reason

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    Except I’m really tired, and I have a major exam tomorrow, and I worked all weekend, and…  A snippet from my work in progress, Pixie Noir.  The woman who answered the door was wearing the most amazing shirt. Knitted silk, I think, clung to her like a second skin, and even though it was blue,…

  • Farm Wife

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    Earth’s grand eruption of life blossoms and grows anew green shoots, pink petals promise fruit.  Farm wife tends lavish gardens Back bent painfully Rewards reaped for hoeing long.  Earthy woman all day through Vital lover’s kiss greets night’s darkness with passion. Sleep comes suddenly to her His shoulder under cheek Her lashes flutter down softly. …