March 11th, 2008

writing literature vonnegut asshole

stand tall. don't think small. don't get your back against the wall.

The decks are cleared, now through tomorrow night around five, except for a maintenance guy coming to paint my bathroom in about an hour (so really, I should shower.).

There will be two thousand words today. Dammit. Possibly three thousand. And if you don't hear from me much, well, I was writing.

(Man, I remember when two thousand words was minimal effort. It just kind of happened. Now it is a day of toil. Let nobody tell you this writing thing gets easier with experience.)