I sat in on writing critiques tonight, after going to class with my friend Amanda. It felt good to be in a classroom. I need to do things like that more. I want to go back to school.
Anyhow: It really lit a fire under my butt to write. I don't know what I want to do and do and do for the rest of my life, but I know I have at least one story to tell, and I want to write that one, for the people who need a story like it.
So I wrote.
Not a lot, but I really like what's there.
I'm not done.
Monday, February 28, 2011
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