The apartment thing is more than a pain. Do you remember the scene in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid where Redford and Newman are standing above a rushing river with the law closing in? Well it feels a lot like that to me. So I'm jumping. Actually I've got an appointment to see a place tomorrow afternoon. Maybe the weather will have cleared up by then.
Thursday night? Writing exercises might be just the thing. Or talking about how what we've been reading. Or a combination of the aforementioned. I discovered a set of writing principles by a very weird and funny author named Frederick Barthelme. I'll bring them in. It might be fun to go over them, talk them over.
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