7/31/02

Mic woke me up at 5 am this morning...and hasn't gone back to sleep. It's not fair! Oh well I can always nap when he does.

There's only one thing I miss about high school (okay besides the lemonade and french fries, which were simply delicious) is my old creative writing class. It wasn't so much a class as a way for writer's to come together read their stuff and critique it. It was great. It also made you write, cause you'd feel pretty dumb if every body was reading their latest piece and you had nothing. We also did exercises in writing...which really produced some interesting stuff.

I would love to recreate that here in the real world...just a handful of San Antonionians that love to write, but need some encouragement and a push from their peers. Unfortunately I only know one other person that still writes... I know some old friends from the class, but I don't know if they still write....usually their too busy smoking pot. BUT if any bosy from S.A. is reading this and is interested in forming a group, email me.

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