Two years of leaflets jealously preserved and archived emails in the drafts folder ..
I enrolled in a course in creative writing ..
I was so excited about the days when, with pigtails and glasses with a lens white to squint to read it every night on Venus' hand of the young writer's creative Snoopy "..
the iimagine I know it's a bit sad, pink with white lens glasses, braids .. but I had a lot of Barbie ..
And now that I think even a single .. Ken .. All with a lot of shoes and clothing ... A license plate Mattel prophecy .. other than the Kabala!
For those wishing to scholars this is an aside on appeal .. (you think how many things you can learn basic embedded between the chairs of a media library every Monday night ..)
I enrolled in this course because as we all I have a book in drawer for years .. (and in light of the first 4 lessons, sitting between the great-grandson of the heir to Hemingway and Tolstoy, I have to burn and rewrite ..)
I was immediately identified as the Carrie Bradshaw of the lower valley, I have yet to figure out if the writing or the bright emitting gasps every time you read something romantic ..
Jane Austen with me to every lesson ..
Pride and Prejudice.
I wonder if even the mother of the aspiring novelist Austen sapendola said "Why do not you instead ISCIR the gym?"
