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I've been trying to write all afternoon and its like pulling teeth. I know what I need to say and even have a sort of plan for it but just what I write looks like crap to me.
So I'm going to keep chipping away at it hoping at some point I'll hit a good flow. I might take a walk later just to clear my head and then look at it all again.
Even if I have to stay up late and get up early, I'm going to email Diana something good tomorrow and then spend the weekend showing everyone just how awesome Wellington is.
A bit of goodbye to this amazing city, also the weather's lovely, I've a digital camera and it feels like the right sort of thing to do mixed in with getting rid of books and clothes and cleaning before I leave.
Writing is odd, some kinds are wonderfully theraputic and other sorts just make me feel stupid. Ah well the end is in sight and as James icon says, we're young, whole lot of roads out there.
So I'm going to keep chipping away at it hoping at some point I'll hit a good flow. I might take a walk later just to clear my head and then look at it all again.
Even if I have to stay up late and get up early, I'm going to email Diana something good tomorrow and then spend the weekend showing everyone just how awesome Wellington is.
A bit of goodbye to this amazing city, also the weather's lovely, I've a digital camera and it feels like the right sort of thing to do mixed in with getting rid of books and clothes and cleaning before I leave.
Writing is odd, some kinds are wonderfully theraputic and other sorts just make me feel stupid. Ah well the end is in sight and as James icon says, we're young, whole lot of roads out there.
