So I'm one month in and already behind. I have three rough mental sketches for stories to be completed this month. But I do not have three rough drafts.
Gah.
Still, in about three minutes I'm heading out with Shane and Becca to write poetry in some secluded corner of town much like Shane and I have been doing whenever we can for the last ten years of our life.
In lieu of progress, I'll post some of the things I write with Shane because those almost always rule.
my previously hinted at 'thusiasm for 12 Angry Months hasn't ebbed, btw. Now I just need some girl to break my heart so I can really "feel" it. Er, or something.
2 comments:
Crazy-jealous that you have like-minded mates with whom you can go out and write poetry.
at least you are writing. I've written one piece in the last month, and that was by accident.
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