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Sep. 25th, 2001 12:33 amI am throwing in the towel and going to sleep at a decent time tonight. Because I'm exhausted and I have little grey chips of clay under my fingernails and every time I yawn my eyes close.
I finally found the notebooks where I'd written the novella I want to rework in my writing class. Oooh ouch. It needs a lot of help. I have another novella but, unlike this one, it isn't going anywhere and I don't feel as inspired to work on it. Maybe I'll bring in a chapter of each and decide which to spend time with based on the reactions. But I'm not doing any of it tonight. A cup of Tangerine Orange Zinger calls my name, and the pillows echo.
I got mail today which was depressing even though it should not have been. More on that when I feel like writing it.
I finally found the notebooks where I'd written the novella I want to rework in my writing class. Oooh ouch. It needs a lot of help. I have another novella but, unlike this one, it isn't going anywhere and I don't feel as inspired to work on it. Maybe I'll bring in a chapter of each and decide which to spend time with based on the reactions. But I'm not doing any of it tonight. A cup of Tangerine Orange Zinger calls my name, and the pillows echo.
I got mail today which was depressing even though it should not have been. More on that when I feel like writing it.
