I'm pissed off. I don't know why... I mean. Why I'm pissed at her. I loved her once. Dearly in fact. We're still freinds but... she annoys me more. I wish I could explain why. Class is boring so I'm twidding. This box dosn't give you any words. You have to make them yourself. It dosn't put down ideas on this blank space. You, the writer, the physical person, has to make the words, make the idea, and click the little orange button that says publish post. I want to sleep almost. I know I won't. I should go. My book is calling me.
- The Typist.
Spin a web of words M'lady
ReplyDeleteSpin with all your heart
Start with one
And let it grow
Till you capture
A story's Arc!