The Novel-less Novelist: September 2006

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Short Story

When she opened her eyes, she was sad to see that the lemon tree was still rooted firmly in the ground.

Some days, when I sit down to write, I feel like I am beating a dead horse. Other days, I feel like the dead horse is beating me.

: Name: Jay; Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

I have a clear conscience because I have a bad memory. The martinis help.

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