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The Craft and Skill of Writing

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Smith & Scribe – The Craft and Skill of Writing Skip to content Smith & Scribe The Craft and Skill of Writing Primary Menu Home Fiction Prompts The Endless The Menagerie Traces Storm Front The Hollow Some Days Contact About Some Days “Daddy! Daddy! Look!” “You’re doing great, baby!” What else was I supposed to say? Being a single dad was both the scariest and most rewarding thing I’d ever done in my life, and that was counting three tours in Afghanistan and getting shot twice. I was proud of my little girl riding Blanca on her own, but it terrified me she might fall off. “Don’t grip the reins too tight, baby. You wouldn’t want someone yanking hard on your mouth. Hold them firm, but not tight. She only needs a little of a tug for direction.” “I know, Daddy!” Ten-year-old exasperation crept into her voice, but it just made me smile. I think we’re all like that at that age. Truth be told, the aging mare didn’t need the reins at all, but not all ...

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