So it begins
Class starts tomorrow and, of course, I feel unprepared. I have no idea what to expect. I feel as if I'm in a tiny cabin at the bottom of the Matterhorn, just waiting for the avalanche. More later.
My daily reveries and rants on reading, writing, authors, and the writing life and all its frustrations and celebrations.
Class starts tomorrow and, of course, I feel unprepared. I have no idea what to expect. I feel as if I'm in a tiny cabin at the bottom of the Matterhorn, just waiting for the avalanche. More later.
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