the dreaded nonfiction piece
Yes, time and time again I will announce my hatred for nonfiction. Not nonfiction in general, please don't get me wrong, I've read some pretty amazing nonfiction in my time. The fact of the matter is my own nonfiction. Somehow Henry David Thoureau has entered my brain and turned a simplistic story into some monster rant on the destruction of nature for profit. I am scared. Yet, somewhere Walden pond is having a damned good laugh. Wish me luck, the 5,000 word piece is due tommorow. I haven't even hit 1,000 words. INSPIRATION PLEASE!
I'll console myself with Joshua Radin and copious amounts of French chocolate.





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