Meet Meredith, Writer of Really Bad Prose--TM
Saturday was a huge success. I wrote pretty much all day. I've not matched that level of productivity yet this week, but I'm still hopeful. *kisses to NaNoWriMoers*
I'm still in a depressive slump. Perhaps as retribution for that one day of supreme happiness? I spent over an hour yesterday walking down Park Ave and exploring the new location of my third favorite bookshop, Chapters, stopping every few minutes to scribble (in pen, I hate pens) on the backs of papers I happened to have in my pockets. Much whining, little decision. I want out of my life. I think I always have. It's called, "living too much in your head, and not wanting to come out." So there's a downside to learning to read early. Who knew?
I'm still in a depressive slump. Perhaps as retribution for that one day of supreme happiness? I spent over an hour yesterday walking down Park Ave and exploring the new location of my third favorite bookshop, Chapters, stopping every few minutes to scribble (in pen, I hate pens) on the backs of papers I happened to have in my pockets. Much whining, little decision. I want out of my life. I think I always have. It's called, "living too much in your head, and not wanting to come out." So there's a downside to learning to read early. Who knew?