Kendall Defoe
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Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page. No AI. No Fake Work. It's all me...
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A Box of Pencils and a Notebook
I like the idea of having no plan for writing anything when I begin to write. Nothing can stop an idea faster than seeing the whole road ahead (no trip is truly enjoyed with a map and a complete itinerary). There has to be some sense of chance when you feel the urge to create on the page. That is why I have no fear whenever I begin to write.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
A Pleasant Day at the Park
Don’t judge us. We’re just birds. Okay, don’t flip out over the fact that I’m talking to you. We just want to make sure that you understand out point of view before you lose all sense of control and start chasing us or throwing things.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Fiction
For All in Tents and Porpoises
Sweet, he thought. It was a Saturday with all the time in the world and no phone calls or email to process or read through for at least one day. Martin was already in his backyard positioning the Adirondack chair so that it would not be too deep in the sunlight. A tall, cold and sweaty glass of Amstel Light was on the side table with extra bottle chilling in a small cooler by his feet, right next to his favourite summer reading (the New York Times Saturday Crossword Puzzle), a pot of yellow marigolds he managed to grow every year, and his loaded iPod Nano. Not a cloud was visible in the sky and he could not hear a single sound coming from his worst neighbour (seriously, what was the purpose of O’Leary and her stupid schnauzer? Better keep that mutt away from my annuals). It was a perfect day.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Families
Why Reading Is Good for You
I was shopping in my favourite bookstore - China in a Bull's Shop - when I began to wonder if it was worth my time. I had more than enough books at home that I hadn’t read and likely would not read. What was I doing there? I had to get back to work in about an hour and was distracted by the thought that I had forgotten my discount card. I had also walked to the store on my break with a sandwich and spilled lettuce and tomato all over my clothes. Wiping myself off, I passed between the double scanners, instantly setting off the alarm. After a friendly clerk looked through my knapsack and discovered my DVDs – borrowed, forgotten, and overdue – I noticed a piece of tomato which had somehow affixed itself to my groin. I suppose that was the moment when I felt that it was not worth my time. But I needed to go shopping. After all of those little incidents, I needed to take some time off for myself. A book would work, for the moment.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
