Yesterday I edited approximately 130 pages of my novel. This is good, since I was getting a little worried about finishing by the end of the week (my new fake deadline) but it’s also sort of weird. The day before that, feeling like I put in about the same effort, I edited about 30 pages.
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Why I’m Not a Teacher
If any of you follow my occasional twitters, you might know that this weekend I filled in at the fencing club, teaching a couple youth classes. Officially, I coached for a year at Notre Dame (my second senior year: victory lap) and unofficially I coached a couple of my teammates as early as sophomore year.
Flawed Mind
Warning: this is the product of a flawed mind (mine). If you are viewing with small children, you should not read any further. Ok, probably you don’t want to know, but I’m going to explain anyway. When I was a little kid I went to some lady’s house for day care for a while. She