writingWhat's ET short for?
His legs are only a few inches long.
Actually, in the version I saw, the joke-teller held his hands a few inches apart and said "His legs are only this big." I love it. Probably going to put it in my book.
Anyway, nothing major exciting. We had a fairly nasty snow storm yesterday. I had to shovel the walks in front of the chapel twice... you could barely tell I had shoveled when I'd finished the 25-meter walk the first time. Then last night, during Jewish services, the guy who plows our parking lots drove his little plow up on the sidewalk (we drive our van up there all the time... they're not too narrow) and did the same thing I'd done in oh about 10 minutes. I thanked him, profusely (now I don't have to come in super-early on Sunday) but in the back, the very back of my mind, I was calling him a prick. A nice prick, but still a prick.
I'm also having trouble deciding what to read. I left the book I just started at home, and down here at the coffee shop I have a choice between Look Homeward, Angel, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Runaway, The Law of Similars, and Chasing Cezanne. I've read You Can't Go Home Again by Thomas Wolfe, short stories by Alice Munro, and travel writing by Peter Mayle, but otherwise haven't read any of these books. I linked to all of them hoping that one of you could help me... either comment, or hit my YIM at 'cjkc20'.
Alright, back to my book. Second drafts suck. First drafts are fun. Second draft is kind of fun because you're rediscovering your book, but mostly, it's just tedious work.
Alright, back to my book. Second drafts suck. First drafts are fun. Second draft is kind of fun because you're rediscovering your book, but mostly, it's just tedious work.
