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 clich� 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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