September 9, 2010
I’m stuck.
I’ve stopped counting the hours I’ve spent on this book proposal. It’s futile. They’re countless. And now, more than half done, I’ve run into the wall. I hate it. Every word I’ve poured into it with blood, sweat and tears makes my skin crawl. It’s all wrong. [...]
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August 23, 2010
Our youngest ate a lot of pickles that summer. The big, refrigerated kind that, when eaten by a toddler her age, take up the whole fist. She was eating one then, sitting in her portable booster seat, strapped to the folding chair inside the screen tent that we never did close the sides [...]
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