We are luck. We are fate.
We are the feeling you get in the Golden State.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
these are words that go together well.
I'm frustrated and burnt out. "I just want to give up this writing bullshit. Maybe move to Flagstaff and be a melon farmer."
She yawns. "Maybe you could just write about melons?"
"I'm not very good at sex scenes, but I'll brainstorm."
She laughs and each ripple brings me five different stories, none of which are even remotely agricultural.
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