2004-01-16 - 11:13 a.m.

Not an Apology.

See, it’s not that I don’t wanna type anything here, or that I’m avoiding it…it’s that when an Idea hits, it steamrolls me. I’ve blasted through two revisions of the first four chapters of “The Girl Who Talked Only in Titles” (hereafter known as “Titles”) and there’s a backlog of story waiting to be told.

In the weekly 4 hour Writer’s workshop that I’m taking, they’ve been focusing on “the Idea”. How to get them, how to free think, how to gel it all into a cognizant story. I don’t have this problem. The story Ideas I come up with tell themselves. And when I started writing, I thought that was the most pretentious cliché out there, “Writes itself”.

Well it’s true. I just supply the paper and pen. And when I let go, there is no more room for other words or Ideas.

I figure this story will only take a few months. Bear with.

0 of you fuckers have been accounted for.

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