I survived the election debate and the pile of interviews that followed, went back to the office and worked like mad. I didn't leave until 1:45 a.m..
Everything I was working on is done and ready to be printed. The only crisis now is trying to edit out and mistakes others might accidentally put into my stories.
Thus ends the peak of my job. Now on to the denoument.
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- I am lazy, funny, always cold, always hungry (especially for cheese), silly, sometimes crazy, artistic, weird, sarcastic, adventurous, idealistic, a socialist, obsessive compulsive, sometimes mean, socially conscious, a vegetarian, single forever, happy. In other words, a sentence fragment.
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- What this house does to me....
- An unpleasant realization
- A twist of irony
- !
- Censorship
- An angry rant (which may discuss semi-colons)
- An angry rant (which may discuss semi-colons)
- What makes a yoga class crappy?
- "May we live long and die out"
- Why my car was blushing
- Healthy choices
- True story:
- Still alive
- Question:
- Finally, a challenge
- A confession and a boast
- Of court and social gatherings
- Ahh, words
- At least a little thankful
- You probably shouldn't read this
- A darling proposal
- A mystery
- I'm famous (in a town with less than 5,000 residents)
- The "lying contest"
- Delicious and nutritious
- Priorities
- Heuey, Dewey and Louie
- You know you're in a small town when...
- "More fun than Chucky Cheese"
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2 comments:
A future author such a yourself ought to know the rising scale of action on which a plot is based.
It goes like this: introduction, rising action, crisis and resolution.
Essentially I was saying that the elections were the crisis/climax and now this next week is the ending where everything is neatly tied together.
I would have drawn a plot-line graph if my crappy work computer would let me. Because I wanted to make it easier to understand, I'm only partly pompous.
Ah, but you're forgetting that you explained the meaning of the word "intelligensia" before and used it to refer to me in a flattering way. In the future, if you want me to critique your hypocracy (sp?) and pomposity, use words that don't evoke fond feelings for me.
P.S. Seven days until I'm done work!!! You're are booked every Sunday night from now until the Desperate Housewives season finale.
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