Confession 12

by Merdy   May 31, 2012


It took no more time to tell you this story than it took to smoke a cigarette. Now that I've written such a pile of words, you must think my writing lacks the vigor of my speech. I feel the same.
When I take up my pen to write, I find that the letters begin to go crooked, and I put all the punctuation marks in all the wrong places. Please don't think I'm trying to do a Joyce, or Faulkner, writing damnably long sentences that no one can understand. I am simply becoming less and less able to write stories.

Submission Date 23 Mar 12

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