Bryan and I received an early Christmas gift from my parents. A camcorder! I felt the urge to find a horse at the Del Mar race track and film it a la Muybridge. But, alas, we settled for footage of Louie.
Why is it when you try to write a novel, you end up with a short story? And when you begin a short story, it expands into something much longer? Poets can't possibly have such problems.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
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