Hi everyone! This is my first post, and I have no idea what I am doing.
Would Hemingway write a blog? I doubt he’d read mine. I’m supposed to be writing something long and intelligent here, while my dog stares at my lunch.
I decided to race through the goal of whatever 26 pages I have going on, in reading Toilers of the Sea last night. Race, not rush. We’re not psychopaths. Anyway, I ended up staying awake until about 2am because of that, and that is why I am so damn tired today. Hemingway wouldn’t put that, either.
I’m off to do the dishes. Maybe I’ll come back and write some more awful stuff.
13.29. I’m back. To be honest, I’m not sure what this bloody blog is supposed to be about. I think I’ll talk about writing or something, and hopefully I can do it in a less abstract way than what I’ve seen elsewhere.