I'm writing and later on during Fringe, I'll be knitting or crocheting Idle hands and all that ;-)
I'm working on a short story, that I thought was going to be weird, strange, Lynchesque... but instead it's turning out pretty mundance and boring. While in life I don't mind being boring, I can't be boring in my fiction. That just seems like a sin. Part of me is thinking I should just put it up and work on another short story (I seem to be up to my ears in little story snippets), but part of me thinks I should work through it and finish it.
Actually now that I'm writing this, I think I'm going to finish it. I made a commitment on 70 days of sweat. Maybe I'll be able to fix it once it's done.
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