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...to keep climbing my way out of the hole today.
1. because this is legal crack.
2. because this is 10 minutes from my house.
3. because this is waiting for me.
April 22, 2006 | Permalink
I dare you to send me the first 3 paragraphs of what you write in that notebook. :-)
Then, if I can figure out how, I'll get you a gift certificate for that 'legal crack' as a reward. And that will be reason number 4 to get out of the hole today.
Happy writing! This happens to the best of us. Really.
April 22, 2006 at 06:50 PM
4. Someone loves you and needs you
M. Douglas Wray |
April 22, 2006 at 07:39 PM
When I lived in Humboldt County, I drove about the same distance to the beach every weekend with exactly the same tools to listen to the waves crash and write. The ocean is a healing element...Go for a dip in her if you have the time...
April 23, 2006 at 11:50 AM
April 24, 2006 at 07:26 AM
April 24, 2006 at 10:14 AM
I always enjoy visuals. Keep it up, Annie; you're doing fine. :-)
April 25, 2006 at 12:22 AM
I am a big fan. I love your bittersweet-humor-filled writing. I stalk your blog for the honesty & quality, so I do not mean this to sound flip or superficial AT ALL ... but your nails look fucking great. Seriously, it's such a lame thing to notice and comment about, but damn. My nails are awful.
April 26, 2006 at 03:34 PM
I love seeing a wedding band on your finger so so so so much.
April 27, 2006 at 01:33 PM
What needs to escape? What is trapped in your mind that must be written? We all know (those of us who know writers) that it's a compulsion, that you have no choice, it's Required.
And we both love and envy you, those of us who have no skill at it.
April 28, 2006 at 09:26 AM
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