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06 May 2009 @ 02:59 am
"trying to catch the deluge in a paper cup"  
I just wrote nine pages. After reading and rereading everything I've ever written during these insomnia-filled nights, I feel confident saying about this latest piece: It's. Really. Fucking. Good.

Of course I've never said that about anything I've written before, so maybe it sucks. It probably sucks because in accordance with the bargain I made with My Little Blond Friend, once I put it through the rewrites, she'll do the leg work submitting it, and if it gets published, I have to quit smoking; unconscious sabotage is surely at work. Either way, she's quite the muse.

I'm sure reading books again after The Long Waste hasn't hurt either.

See you in the The New Yorker.
Current Music: don't dream it's over - crowded house
salome: yellowzooromancer on May 7th, 2009 03:26 am (UTC)
for reals? you're really going to make an effort at getting published?

for a girl, or for yourself?