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So, Tuesday night I called Kate in a fit of writers block and asked her to describe for me the scene of a typical fatal traffic collision. Not that a fatal traffic collision is ever typical in any sense, which is kind of why I'm (trying) to write about one, but that is beside the point. Kate, being an all-star rock-star cop-in-training-in-training, was happy to give me some great details. And then, five minutes into our conversation, someone backed into her car not once but twice (well, the second time was more of a bounce, but still) and then proceeded to drive away with much haste, leaving a bewildered Kate with a dented license plate.
That's ironic, right? I was telling someone else about this earlier today and I couldn't figure out if it was actually ironic or just Alanis Morisette ironic. The only example of irony I can ever think of is that Scissor Sister's song "Don't Feel Like Dancing," which TOTALLY makes you feel like dancing, but that doesn't really have anything to do with...anything. So if you're reading this and you know, define irony for me. Because it's probably something I should have nailed down by now.
Sidenote: I never actually believed in writers block until this week. I don't know if it's the added pressure that this project is not only going to be due in less than 10 weeks but will also be BOUND into the shape of an actual book that's jamming me, or just a simple case of senioritis brought on by great weather and other varied distractions, but it needs to stop. Last week I was completely on top of the world about this shit, telling everyone who so much as glanced at me that I was a REAL writer now, and now I'm kind of thinking that I'm more cut out to be a truck driver. Maybe I should look into that.
Whatever, I got to hang out with third graders at the tidepools this morning. We saw dolphins and whales. My life totally rocks.
That's ironic, right? I was telling someone else about this earlier today and I couldn't figure out if it was actually ironic or just Alanis Morisette ironic. The only example of irony I can ever think of is that Scissor Sister's song "Don't Feel Like Dancing," which TOTALLY makes you feel like dancing, but that doesn't really have anything to do with...anything. So if you're reading this and you know, define irony for me. Because it's probably something I should have nailed down by now.
Sidenote: I never actually believed in writers block until this week. I don't know if it's the added pressure that this project is not only going to be due in less than 10 weeks but will also be BOUND into the shape of an actual book that's jamming me, or just a simple case of senioritis brought on by great weather and other varied distractions, but it needs to stop. Last week I was completely on top of the world about this shit, telling everyone who so much as glanced at me that I was a REAL writer now, and now I'm kind of thinking that I'm more cut out to be a truck driver. Maybe I should look into that.
Whatever, I got to hang out with third graders at the tidepools this morning. We saw dolphins and whales. My life totally rocks.