Deep breaths, Jilli. She'll love it!
'Conviction (1)'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Go, Jillli! I can't imagine that they won't love it.
Jilli, it is going to really really really be okay.
She's your partner in this, and she wants to sell your book and make you millions so she can have some of the millions.
And she's a nice lady.
Sort of...well, I hate the word "blocked" but I guess I am.(It does make me feel like some dork in a beret flouncing around going "I cannot *work* in these conditions!" to talk about it that way, but I guess I've barely stopped writing in the past three years...it was bound to happen once in a while, right?) But it really makes me feel bad that the one thing going on in my life...kind of, isn't.
Whereas I'm so desperate for a creative outlet that I wrote poetry in my dream last night. Then posted it here, and you guys liked it, although someone using the screen name NerdNick didn't think it was sexy enough.
I wish I slept with a pencil and notebook near the bed, because I remembered a bit of it on waking but can't remember it now, and I bet it would be funny as all get-out. Magnetic Subconscious Poetry.
On the Bus
I gave away one breakfast burrito, two encouraging speeches (one to a Mexican girl embarrassed by the look of an evil-eyed old man, and one to a sexy drug addict on his way to rehab) three dollars, four words of bad Spanish, a handful of crackers and an apple.
Five weeks later, I wasted about six cups of tears, or about what one might reasonably cry between Los Angeles and Blythe.
I was then asked to stop doing that. So, I did. Instead I gave advice to four lost French boys, and then I gave three stories, two socks (a pair), a quarter for the telephone, and my place in line.
When I stepped off the bus, I had no more tears, quarters, words, or books, nor any desire to ever live in California again.
::Wild applause!::
Mmm, lovely
I couldn't get it under 100 words, but I like it. Thanks guys.
It's got that certain something something. The character is tangible. I feel like- if the narrator walked in the room I would recognize them.