Wednesday, November 12, 2003 my aching head, my aching back
22,408 words on my play novel. I'm almost caught up to where I need to be if I have a hope of finishing by the week before Thanksgiving (as I really must if I'm to win at all). Eef. My body is disintegrating as I type.
The last time I wrote a novel with the idea of "winning" in mind, the stakes were a giant cash prize, paid in a lump sum of something like $60,000, payable to the best writer in my graduating class of college.
I didn't win. The prize went to a little orphan girl instead.
Silver lining: Had I won, readers would not have the opportunity to enjoy the posts about the ridiculous and demeaning jobs I have held since graduation.
'Cause, see, while other college seniors were doing things like polishing their resumes and networking and applying to jobs within their chosen field, I was locked away, scribbling, then later, re-typing.
Anyway: the stakes this time are doodly squat, and if I win, I have to share the honor with thousands of others.
I think that's why I like this one better.
It's time for bed. Good night. posted by Frenz | 11/12/2003 01:01:00 AM
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