Now the vent: I had it in my head that my next MFA submission was due Oct. 4. But I also seemed to know that it wasn't due until after next weekend. So while in a yoga class tonight, the two incompatible ideas collided and I spent half of shavasana wondering how the F I would get everything done by the 4th. When I got home and checked, the deadline is really the 9th. Stupid bug!
And finally, some brainstorming on my new story idea.
I think the next line will be: "'You're so melodramatic,' I can hear my brother say. And maybe he's right.
- I think the death he/she is talking about isn't literal. It has something to do with the archaic job he/she has, something like manually gluing and restringing library books and journals in a college library where everything is going digital.
- I'm not sure when this will present itself to the reader. I think I just need to freewrite on it tomorrow.