“A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.”
G. K. Chesterton

author: Nicole J. LeBoeuf

actually writing blog

I don't even remember.
Mon 2006-03-13 22:57:00 (in context)
  • 58,909 words (if poetry, lines) long
  • 124.25 hrs. revised

Thought maybe I'd get back to the beast after spending an hour with it at sunrise and then going off to the dentist. Didn't. Now I can't seem to remember what the heck was going on. It's been a day, and I'm tired, and there is less gum tissue and more soreness in my mouth now than there was at 7:15 AM.

Oh yeah. More flashbacks. Conversations to navigate. Beers to drink and half-remembered dreams to squirm at the remembering of. Less being more being a bloody pain in the rear.

Whatever. I have absolutely nothing of interest to say today. Some days, there's really nothing more to report than "I put in my hour."

(Oh, and someone else apparently both reads this blog and Ambrose Bierce. Hoorah!)