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Changes to the way Timberwolf HQ presents Information

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Last year I indicated that the would be a number of Forthcoming Changes here at Timberwolf HQ. Some of those changes have occurred and some have been slow in presenting themselves. This is due to the nature of blogging, the aggregation of information on a particular topic and the time necessary to experiment with page and post formats. Experienced bloggers will know exactly what I mean about the learning curve required to undertake this type of consolidation effort.

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Forthcoming changes

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The separation of the categories and the removal of the fictional writings is to allow Timberwolf HQ to become more focused on its primary purpose. That is:

Spiritual Warrior & Seeker of the Way.

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AAHH! My Game Console is Broken!

Outside Peter stood dejectedly with the hose. He was watering the garden at the side of the house where his mother had planted some flowers that had bright red, orange and yellow colours. Sadly, he looked around and saw that his father had left the ladder out. It was leaning against the side of the house. Peter’s gaze followed the ladder up and at the top he saw the neighbour’s cat sitting on the roof with its tail swishing back and forth.

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The Enemy Within – Chapter Two

Once upstairs in the station proper John and Keller reported to the shift Sergeant and handed in their daily reports. Then it was on to the locker rooms, changed and down to the basement car-park. John got into his old and battered Datsun and in a cloud of blue oil smoke left for home. On his way out of the basement he stopped at the security checkpoint and the police officer on duty jokingly quipped about John’s old car blowing up one day.

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The Enemy Within – Chapter One

Who needs family anyway? thought John, as he moved to his car. I’m better off on my own. This had become John’s litany of self-reinvention after the explosion of personalities that had taken place between himself and his father. His mother didn’t seem to care one way or the other and hadn’t even bothered to try and make contact with him after he had left home. That was 18 months ago now.

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The Enemy Within – Prologue

Now that he thought about it he noticed those things that would have been obvious to a blind person. What bachelor would have pastel coloured drapes and a vase of fresh flowers on the table? Come to think of it, he thought as he passed the lounge room, what bachelor would have a rocking chair with a chintz covered cushion on it?

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