A good thrust

What's all this blathering amounted to so far?

A collection of stories.

I have a real, cohesive collection in mind, thanks to some brainstorming with J about a single paragraph I'd slaved over for four hours at 71 Irving earlier in the evening.

I'm reworking my MFA thesis, only this time the narrative makes sense. Well, the thrust of it, at least. I'm sure that once I start writing, everything will fall apart like a house of cards, or a stack of cards?, or a house of straws? A house of hay?

Well, you know.

Whatever happens, fine---am still going to scribble down and bask in the thrust. It's a good one. I hope it sticks.

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Random: So strange, and even sad, how breakthroughs big and small can light up one's life for such a brief shining moment.

Must stay realistic.