Tag Archives: Writing

Why I Care

Posted on November 24, 2013 by billcastro

I am an occasional blogger. There are not enough hours in a day (or night) to do all of the things I want to do and blog too. So, I write when I can and blog when I have shaped … Continue reading →

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The Gathering – version 2

Posted on November 17, 2013 by billcastro
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my mistake

Posted on May 30, 2013 by billcastro

I really get worked up over mistakes. I literally go into panic mode very quickly when I discover that I have made a mistake. Why can’t I just accept it? I will make mistakes and sometimes they can be corrected. … Continue reading →

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where did the fire go?

Posted on May 28, 2013 by billcastro

1 stirring the cinders of a fire that once burned inside and inspired dreaming planning creating flames that provided confidence to be desire to do motivation to go singing writing speaking reading leading loving praying where did that fire go … Continue reading →

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the cave

Posted on May 26, 2013 by billcastro

I attempted to respond to a recent post on The Writing Corp blog (http://thewritingcorpofficial.wordpress.com/2013/05/23/writers-workshop-intro/) that asked readers to submit a 100-word essay on exploring a cave as a creative writing project. My writing resulted in recalling powerful childhood memories and … Continue reading →

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Not enough hours . . .

Posted on April 28, 2013 by billcastro

It has been very difficult to do much writing while Maureen and I have been exploring parts of western Ireland. It’s not as if Ireland is lacking for anything to write about. Some of the greatest writers and poets have … Continue reading →

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So it goes…

Posted on April 18, 2013 by billcastro

I actually wrote quite a bit yesterday, but at the end of my day I had nothing to post. I had plenty of words, but no complete thoughts. My brain was full of disconnected one liners and incomplete phrases. I … Continue reading →

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Is he sharp?

Posted on April 9, 2013 by billcastro

he’s sharp sharp as a razor whose blade no longer cleanly slices but gouges skin and scrapes across blemish leaving seeping wounds of pain that lingers and small pools of blood that quickly spread across the semi-stubbled face it leaves … Continue reading →

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her story – chapter 1: dark night

Posted on April 8, 2013 by billcastro

I wanted to capture raw emotions that I could feel. The first stanza brought out some powerful emotions in me, but I’m not sure if it does the same for others. Initially, the story wasn’t supposed to matter, but now I’m left … Continue reading →

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The Song

Posted on April 7, 2013 by billcastro

This is a reflection of my friendships at work. I wrote this at my new desk on a Friday and found it in my notes. I recently moved from an office of ten people, where I’ve worked for 4 years, … Continue reading →

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