There is really very little that is more intimidating than that stupid black cursor blinking on an otherwise white space. How the heck am I supposed to know what to fill the space with? There's a reason that they call it a "cursor." That's what I become when I see it. What a joke.
WMW mentioned blogging my novel. It sounded like a good idea until I discovered that the #@*$ cursor is still here. So now that idea is out, too. You better find something else to read, WMW, because otherwise you'll be bored in ten years! Nah. I'll just find a typewriter. There's no cursor there. Or a journal and a pen. Now there's a novel idea. Novel, indeed.
It's in my head . . . gotta get it out. Gotta get it out. It'll happen one day. It really will. Now on to something fun.
By the way, hi. This is nicer than the other one.
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The novel is already in your head, or you're starting a new one?
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You are truly a funny writer girl. And a good friend. Thanks for talking. Don't let the stalkers getcha!
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oh man - it's another journal world developing! how fun! i love that wendy is in this world :)
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