Monday, December 7, 2015


  • Trying to figure out an idea for my project was like wading through muck. The kind of muck that moved as slow as molasses and would stick to your skin for hours. There were a few ideas that seemed okay...I guess. I had always loved to write. The way words are slowly etched onto a page with the utmost care enchanted me. I suppose writing a novella of sorts wouldn't be completely terrible. I do have several months to write it. Let's just hope I can actually write a nice piece within the time given. 

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