rake's progress
more raking today. i think it's almost over. the trees are almost naked... speaking of naked, our front yard's only good suit was a tree--a huge red oak--and my mom had it cut down this week. it was a safety hazard i suppose. why a hurricane could rip through here any old time and smash it down into our sun-porch.
reading franz kafka has set me straight. picked up AMERIKA (or the man who disappeared), and it has made me take the joke i am perpetrating as a nanowrimo seriously. which pretty much ends the question of finishing it this month. the text as it stood early last week can be found here, but i've since changed many things... it felt like i was writing kafka, but with an eye toward quantity over quality. and amerika is making me change my methods, and edit some things. which pretty much ends the question of finishing it by the end of the month. if that was even going to happen anyway.
but i am standing by the "i" thing!
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reading franz kafka has set me straight. picked up AMERIKA (or the man who disappeared), and it has made me take the joke i am perpetrating as a nanowrimo seriously. which pretty much ends the question of finishing it this month. the text as it stood early last week can be found here, but i've since changed many things... it felt like i was writing kafka, but with an eye toward quantity over quality. and amerika is making me change my methods, and edit some things. which pretty much ends the question of finishing it by the end of the month. if that was even going to happen anyway.
but i am standing by the "i" thing!
word count: no comment