The exercise I set for myself came to nothing; or rather, it came to an idea for an entire short story. Which kind of defeats the purpose of the exercise, but makes me happy nonetheless.
At this point, I have so many ideas and so few results. What's a boy to do?
Here's an idea: get off your ass and write.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Of course
Labels:
Glorious Failure,
Laziness,
Writing
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