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Ah, the Red Sox
Oct. 25th, 2004 08:57 amWonderful how they understand human nature. You have to raise the fans' hopes as high as possible before dashing them on the rocks.
Oct. 25th, 2004
Oh, hell...
Oct. 25th, 2004 10:42 amJust noticed that Pernishus has deleted his journal. That's a step or two more drastic than just not posting. Barnstead, old bean, if you are still reading these notes and blitherings, please take care of yourself. And you know where to find me.
Trying to prove that I'm a writer
Oct. 25th, 2004 10:30 pmThe only way that matters. By writing.
Settled down and got in a few words on Chapter X, in which The Bitch straps on her cross-country skis and makes a couple of unpleasant discoveries. And finds an ally she can't feel comfortable in trusting.
I'd like a little more energy here. A little more motivation. This thing isn't glowing at me. Maybe I need to crank a few turns on the forge blower.
What's it gonna be -- sex, violence? Alien invasion? No, that last one is over on Beowulf's bit of shore.
Two out of three ain't bad.
And as a backup, the impersonal deadly rage of Maine winter.
Settled down and got in a few words on Chapter X, in which The Bitch straps on her cross-country skis and makes a couple of unpleasant discoveries. And finds an ally she can't feel comfortable in trusting.
I'd like a little more energy here. A little more motivation. This thing isn't glowing at me. Maybe I need to crank a few turns on the forge blower.
What's it gonna be -- sex, violence? Alien invasion? No, that last one is over on Beowulf's bit of shore.
Two out of three ain't bad.
And as a backup, the impersonal deadly rage of Maine winter.