A Few Pints
You have been writing all day. Your mind wanders from the page. You realize that you have always been a stupid and insensitive person.
You have known it at an emotional level all your life.
This is the first time it has emerged as a true proposition. Irrefutable.
posted by Lynn @ 1:53 PM
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Lynn, ouch! I don't know why, but I have been very tempted by archives lately, reading early posts. You have so many interesting entries. I'm excited for you that you are starting a "next" novel. I wrote a novel a couple of years ago--well, a manuscript--but I threw it away along with a great bulk of my possessions when my husband admitted infidelity to me last spring. A "next" novel sounds like such a wonderful stage of life. Good luck.
Edie,
Thank you. One of the pleasures I have discovered this year is your writing. I am a little sad to hear you threw away your manuscript. I suppose, in reality, I have done the same thing with computer files I most likely will never recover.
I intend the next novel to be a luxurious and languorous experience no matter how it turns out. I have a first paragraph I can live with for the moment after three days of writing. I already have some other pages I am sure will turn out to be something later on.
I have begun three out of the last four years writing a novel. It is becoming a habit and one I enjoy.
Good luck to you in the coming year.
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