rondelles de coton.
so there was this thing that supposedly happened in belleville on the weekend. Something that if it was true would be really fucking bad, for everyone involved. But because of what happened, as weird as it might sound. I got inspired to write.
I don't know all the details about what went on this weekend and I am extremely happy to not know, but from what I know, I can write.
I have the idea, and I know how I want the book to go, but I just can't get all the sentences together.
And I see it in my mind like a movie, but then to put it into words, in teh style that I want to write it, is going to be hard, because I am a descpritive person when I write, but to describe and to write it how I want to... um, I sense a challenge.
alright, here I go.
maybe, I was going to go to a walk to the pharmaprix/shoppers drugmart but it's raining, and I do NOT want to walk in the rain, unless I had a huge umbrella, rain boots and my ipod.
plus my hair is going to turn into the ultimate ball of friz.
I don't know all the details about what went on this weekend and I am extremely happy to not know, but from what I know, I can write.
I have the idea, and I know how I want the book to go, but I just can't get all the sentences together.
And I see it in my mind like a movie, but then to put it into words, in teh style that I want to write it, is going to be hard, because I am a descpritive person when I write, but to describe and to write it how I want to... um, I sense a challenge.
alright, here I go.
maybe, I was going to go to a walk to the pharmaprix/shoppers drugmart but it's raining, and I do NOT want to walk in the rain, unless I had a huge umbrella, rain boots and my ipod.
plus my hair is going to turn into the ultimate ball of friz.