Tripio The Novel

How I wrote my novel, and how I can help you write yours

In the process of attempting to publish Tripio, I have tried to research any other books in which Starbucks features prominently. I am curious to see if there is another book out there similar to Tripio. I know most of the business success books written about Starbucks the company. In what seems a million year …

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     A troubling thing has been happening on this journey to publish Tripio. I have been getting asked quite a bit the question: “What is a tripio?”       This was first brought to my attention at a class on memoir writing at the Indiana Writers Center. No one in the class with me knew what a tripio …

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     Yesterday when my son came home from work he announced he was moving back out of the house. It was only a matter of time. He had lived away at Purdue for four years and has quite a good job and a nice new car. Still, I was in no hurry to see him go, …

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   I have recently started watching a series called Walking Through History with Tony Robinson: channel4.com/programmes/walking-through-history /episode-guide/https://www. For me, it is the perfect show to relax to after toiling in anonymity on Tripio before going into work, toiling in anonymity while there, and then coming home and parenting in anonymity. For those who don’t remember The …

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  Every morning before I go to work, I practice Yoga for about five minutes. I have been doing this for years now. Along with three cups of coffee, this short practice gets me energized for the long day ahead.       Recently the practice has undergone a momentous evolution and change of intent. Since the day five …

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                   “Have a little faith baby, have a little faith.”  Oddball-Kelly’s Heroes      I made it home Friday around five p.m. after a cold, physically tiring work week. As soon as possible, I took a soothing hot shower, in which I envisioned the work week literally being washed down the drain. Dried off, I opened my email. …

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