Tuesday, May 03, 2016
At Sixes and Sevens
Hello.
I've made a pact with my sister-in-law Lisa to try and write a little every day. Just a few bits, every day, without concern for punctuation or embarrassment for a poorly worded sentence. Just a bit of nonjudgmental exercise every day. Maybe every week day. Weekends are hard. And then there are holidays. I don't think this is going to work out.
Well here's to my first entry in a doomed experiment:
When I was 18, Bill, the librarian at my community college, wrote me the most beautiful love letter. This was before our falling out. Before he wrote that play and used a part of my name for every character. Before our late night confrontation at the circulation desk where he pretended to cry. God I loved that letter.
I've made a pact with my sister-in-law Lisa to try and write a little every day. Just a few bits, every day, without concern for punctuation or embarrassment for a poorly worded sentence. Just a bit of nonjudgmental exercise every day. Maybe every week day. Weekends are hard. And then there are holidays. I don't think this is going to work out.
Well here's to my first entry in a doomed experiment:
When I was 18, Bill, the librarian at my community college, wrote me the most beautiful love letter. This was before our falling out. Before he wrote that play and used a part of my name for every character. Before our late night confrontation at the circulation desk where he pretended to cry. God I loved that letter.
# posted by joel @ 9:42 AM 
