Your fortune for the day
“Life gets better after you give up all hope.”
—Anonymous
Yes, I started writing my new book, in case you were wondering. I’ve already written 4,386 words this morning, putting Stephen King and all others to shame. Have you read his writer’s manual? Do, if you’re having problems getting motivated in any or all areas of your life. It’s the best. It’s called “On Writing: A Memoir of The Craft.”
And unlike that skeezy Brenda on “Six Feet Under,” I’m not going to have sex with a bunch of random freaks, write about it on my Mac, and call it a day. I’m writing about vodka lemonade and its relationship to motherhood.
Real Writing. Manly writing. Ha! Hemingway-type writing. Drinking and pounding on the keyboard.
“I think I did pretty well, considering I started out with nothing but a bunch of blank paper.”
— Steve Martin
(Or blank screen, in my case.)
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Okay, I’m supposed to be working right now….but..
I had a wonderful break in my day here at the salt mine from WM and WB…
now I am reading this great manuscript….keep up the good work WM….
I am all for setting up a vodka lemonade fountain as a permanent fixture on my kitchen table instead of that pesky ol’ fruit bowl….
June 12th, 2005 | #
Do they make those and where can I get one?
June 12th, 2005 | #
We could always call upon Martha to weld one up out of her old “house-arrest” bracelets…..
June 13th, 2005 | #
I bet Martha’s ready for a vodka lemonade.
June 13th, 2005 | #