1,305 words of a baseball piece, about how Jason Bay became terrified in my presence at Fenway Park, at the 2009 Boston Red Sox Picnic in the Park. About half-done.
P.S.--I wasn't the one who terrified him, in case you were wondering.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
February 15, 2015
Well, it's been almost a year. I've written a lot since then: four or five short stories, almost twenty chapters of my WIP, countless other things...but it still felt a bit slow to me, and I languished at this like I feel I have at my writing, though people tell me I'm being more productive than I think I am.
Common, life-long curse.
I've been on a roll lately, though, and writers are loathe to break whatever's working well. But I came across this blog again, and I felt I needed to either use it or lose it. I'm not ready, for some reason, to lose it, so...
Chapter 42. 880 words.
Common, life-long curse.
I've been on a roll lately, though, and writers are loathe to break whatever's working well. But I came across this blog again, and I felt I needed to either use it or lose it. I'm not ready, for some reason, to lose it, so...
Chapter 42. 880 words.
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