9.20.2005

I have a first draft to turn in. It is all a first draft should be according to the author Anne Lamott.

Maybe someday I will learn how not to be a reclusive and grumpy hermit when I write, but considering the amount of writers I have read about who share this affliction, I'm not holding out much hope.

I tried to tell a story. Or at least tried to drive something to an ending. And it only took two cups of tea, my left over thai food and a diet coke to do it.

3 comments:

  1. Anonymous9:46 PM

    This is a test posting. I could care less about your word blockage. Just gut it up and get it done. Graduate soon. Love dad

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  2. Wow. That's cold.

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  3. Anonymous8:30 AM

    Dad makes The Great Santini look like Ward Cleaver.

    Kidding - he really doesn't. BUT, he is exceptional at being a tad harsh sometimes. My personal favorite:

    "You are not listening or understanding...write down what I am saying so you can read it over and over until you understand"

    If anyone reading this thinks Sara is a little sarcastic...the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree.

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