L.C. Schäfer
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I'm not a writer! I've just had too much coffee!
Sometimes writes under S.E.Holz
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From Which River
This isn't a post about Israel or Palestine or even politics. This is a post about people. Specifically, about how even people clever enough to go to university can still be stupid in specific ways. They can have access to all the information, and still be willfully ignorant. They can be wilfully ignorant and still advertise their own view as the right one, or even the only moral one.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Journal
Ten Lessons I Learned From My Dog . Top Story - December 2023.
I don't get people who don't get dogs. I don't like all dogs, just like I don't like all people. They have distinct personalities, and some are infinitely more likeable than others. Some are probably basically decent, but seem to have been poorly raised. But on the whole, I'm a dog person, and I'm going to spell it out to you exactly why.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Petlife
Couch to 5k Reads. Top Story - October 2023.
My musings on the inky trail so far; my appreciation of Tossers; my thoughts and suggestions on the Stats page About a month ago, I suddenly noticed my long-ignored read counter had ticked up over 3,000 reads. Gosh, I thought. That seems like a milestone and a half! I'd not long hauled myself out of a deep, dark hole known as "writer's block". I used this little number to keep me from sinking back into the pit. I allowed myself a little self-congratulatory jig.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Writers
Chapter ?: An Angel is Born/Dies [Delete whichever is inappropriate]. Content Warning.
It was a pretty house in the countryside, spacious with gleaming wooden floors and wide windows. A generous porch out the front, and an orchard, although the trees are bare and skeletal at this time of year. On this night, the roof was thickly carpeted with white, its edges forested with icicles. The wind howled, and the sky promised more snow.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
