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When I go home to North Carolina for Christmas, I'm going to try to dig around in the mountain of junk in my old room and see if I can find all (or at least some) of the funky old stories I used to write as a kid. Hopefully they won't be too awfully moth/rat eaten. >_>
Fast forward to these days, I get home from work and indifferently flick away my screen saver, which is set to display fancy, reflective 3D text with the words "WORK ON YOUR BOOK", and then proceed to do idle things that are decidedly not working on my book.
It's kind of sad, in a vague, apathetic sort of way.
Fast forward to these days, I get home from work and indifferently flick away my screen saver, which is set to display fancy, reflective 3D text with the words "WORK ON YOUR BOOK", and then proceed to do idle things that are decidedly not working on my book.
It's kind of sad, in a vague, apathetic sort of way.
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Date: 2010-10-26 09:45 pm (UTC)From: