I am a perfectionist. Which means a lot of things. Some good, some bad. If you're a perfectionist too, you know. If you're not, be thankful--while perfectionism isn't all bad, it nurtures a lot of life-long frustrations. I was dialoguing with a friend about my WIP not long ago, and as I put my struggles … Continue reading Come Play, Mama [Original Poetry]
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A New Jersey Driver on Back Country Roads
This back country road was good for my soul. When I come home from work, I usually take US-202, a four-lane highway. It's not an ugly route exactly, but it's not beautiful -- too many billboards and gas stations and car dealerships -- and I hate the stop-and-go of all the traffic lights. Recently, I … Continue reading A New Jersey Driver on Back Country Roads
Melissa J. Troutman 