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Scott Lax
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Born
in Cleveland, OH, The United States
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August 2013
How Often Should You Write?
THOUGHTS ON WRITING, 1st Installment
By Scott Lax, January 1, 2017
Those of you who have liked this page � thank you. But I haven't really done my part in keeping up with posting content. That will change this year.
One of the things I'll be doing is to offer short bits of advice to writers and aspiring writers. (Or those interested in writing.) While I'll sometimes post a quotation from one of the g Read more of this blog post »
By Scott Lax, January 1, 2017
Those of you who have liked this page � thank you. But I haven't really done my part in keeping up with posting content. That will change this year.
One of the things I'll be doing is to offer short bits of advice to writers and aspiring writers. (Or those interested in writing.) While I'll sometimes post a quotation from one of the g Read more of this blog post »
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Vengeance Follows: A Novel
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2013
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3 editions
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The Year That Trembled
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published
1998
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5 editions
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“None of us laughed at Helen. Maybe because in 1970 we listened more to new ideas, however sentimental or foolish they sound all these years later in the harsh light of the millennium’s end. We wanted to find new answers for old questions, or we just thought there were new answers. And even with all the death that came daily, the death that would come to our gathering in the meadow, life in America felt as if it were being recast, reshaped, even redeemed by some transcendent thing.”
― The Year That Trembled: A Novel
― The Year That Trembled: A Novel
“I left Hairball to his manic mantric singing. I walked toward the house and stopped to rub some white pine needles on my fingers. The evergreen smelled fresh and alive. The needles were long and soft to the touch. I looked back at Hairball. The moon had risen higher and Little Meadow was even brighter. The wind
picked up Hairball’s singing and blew it away. By the time I got up to the house he had become a silvery ghost dancing in the moonlight, a nowhere man longing to live on the moon.”
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picked up Hairball’s singing and blew it away. By the time I got up to the house he had become a silvery ghost dancing in the moonlight, a nowhere man longing to live on the moon.”
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“I left Hairball to his manic mantric singing. I walked toward the house and stopped to rub some white pine needles on my fingers. The evergreen smelled fresh and alive. The needles were long and soft to the touch. I looked back at Hairball. The moon had risen higher and Little Meadow was even brighter. The wind
picked up Hairball’s singing and blew it away. By the time I got up to the house he had become a silvery ghost dancing in the moonlight, a nowhere man longing to live on the moon.”
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picked up Hairball’s singing and blew it away. By the time I got up to the house he had become a silvery ghost dancing in the moonlight, a nowhere man longing to live on the moon.”
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