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N00728 H-1- medullary sponge kidney

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So, I’m studying for the GREs, which I’ll be taking tomorrow night, and I’m finding that while I ace the majority of the verbal section, the whole blank is to blank as blank is to blank part is kicking my butt. It’s kind of ticking me off, because I recall being quite good at these many moons ago on the SATs. Bigger vocabulary now, and this test, from what i heard, TRIES to trick you, trip you up.

So, I used one of the analogies to write a poem tonight. (No, still no progress on the novel. Or the zombie story. Next week, I promise. Maybe.) The one I chose, the title of my poem, is

Excretion: Kidney

No, my kidneys have been causing my heartbreak and pain from a very young age. My ureter needed to be re-implanted at the ripe old age of seven, due to frequent kidney infections. My right kidney reminds me it’s there every single day. So how in the heck did I get this question wrong? By trying to out think the test. I figured the correct answer, Respiration: Lung, couldn’t possibly be right because it was too obvious, being the only option that included another organ of the body. So I chose Information: Media, like a yutz, because kidneys distribute excretions, and the media distributes information. Right? Evidently, no.

So, I threw together a short wee poem to vent my frustration after a long day of studying. Hopefully, if all goes well tomorrow, I’ll have the rest of the month to fiction write with rigor.

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Cigarette

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I have worked with a number of great editors in my writing career, bu Dawn Corrigan over at GWI is one of my favorites. She saw great potential in my flash, “Breaking it Down”, but was not afraid to point out its flaws and make suggestions that made the piece even better without bruising the fragile writer‘s ego.

She was also perceptive enough to recognize that not everything in this story is fiction, and asked if I would rather have it published as non fiction. My answer was no, because then the neighbor in Breaking it Down was still my neighbor in real life, and while I seriously doubted she’d be reading the story, there was always the slim possibility that a visitor to my home might shout out to her “hey, you’re the neighbor with the fat shoulders!” if they saw her sitting out on her stoop, paperback in one hand, smoke in the other.

If the story had been published today, I might very well publish it as non fiction. There are fictitious elements to it, yes, but I’ve moved on, both physically and emotionally, from that time in my life,  and am more secure in who I am that I am willing to admit the darker sides of my life, to truly own my life, and not care as much who sees it. Rereading this story after so many months has made me realize how much I’ve changed since then. I get a little thrill of joy rereading it, not just because it’s well written, but because it’s therapeutic to look back, and appreciate what you had then, and have now.

So today, nonfiction. Put real people in your stories, without disguising them, without fear of hurt feelings or recriminations. Let your stories speak freely.