Last night, around 11:15, while I'm riding home, a story (# 69) starts tugging at me and I was, like, 'please, must we do this.' I was so tired. Scrounged around in my bag until I found something to write with-- eight pencils and every one has a broken tip--and jotted down the opening paragraphs.
Today I'm going to try to finish the rough drafts of #'s 62, 63, 64, 65, work on 69 [heh heh, I like that idea;-)] --what? I'm talking about that story that was calling me last night. What are YOU thinking? --and start #70. Please notice the word "try." I submitted #66 yesterday.
On my way to post office to drop a chapbook into the Nerve Cowboy competition.
Then it's back to writing writing and more writing.
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