Author: S.J Asher
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Let’s talk about that bizarre rabbit hole we all fall into. You know the one – it starts with “just checking notifications” and ends with…
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We found untouched snow in Maine the day after Thanksgiving, when Franklin County was still sleeping off turkey dinners. Pure white stretching ahead between bare…
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A personal note: This blog usually explores my creative side – stories, art, the pieces of me that come alive after hours. But today I’m…
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I used to think being hyper-vigilant made me smart. My eyes were finely tuned radar systems, scanning endlessly for danger. Every casual comment held hidden…
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BEEP BEEP BEEP! 6 AM. While the suburbs are still yawning and stretching, I’m already doing my victory shimmy in the kitchen. Six o’clock is…
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What are your two favorite things to wear? Welcome to first-time readers! For those who don’t know me yet, I’m a motorcycle enthusiast, so you’ll…
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I’ve been deep in the world of “The Dream Technician” lately, crafting this psychological horror novel about regulated dreams and corporate control of consciousness. When…
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At twenty-three, I stood in my university’s mathematics department, holding my half-finished PhD thesis. My supervisor had turned what should have been intellectual growth into…
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I’ve never owned a wolf, but they run wild in my dreams. There’s something primal about their golden eyes piercing through twilight, their social bonds…
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Give me wild peaks over busy beaches. Always. I hate crowds. On beaches, they’re everywhere – shouting, splashing, blasting music. Kids kick sand in your…
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