Epinephrine & Sophistry
R. Scott Shanks, Jr.
I have written 2,200 words today.
Go, as you say, me.
I went to Corvallis over the weekend, and took a steno pad with me. I wrote daily in it for at least ten minutes each session. I started at the beginning of a short story, and am slogging painfully forward. I am not happy with the results. I am not permitted to care.
However horrid. Once written, it can be rewritten. Until then, it can only be agonized over — or written.
Corvallis, hmm. Gael was in Eugene all day Saturday and spent the night there with the grand kids.
Bleah. I talked about bringing up your case of Xmas presents and finding time with you, and, after casually looking over the “I gotta” list, realized I couldn’t. So naturally it would have been the perfect weekend for it.
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