Writer's Block: Everyday I write the book
Jan. 13th, 2011 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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It Was a Bit of An Adventure, Wasn't It?
I feel all magnaminous and nostalgic today. Oh dear God, the wish to travel and do great things (like falling asleep in a drunken heap on La Rambla) is getting more and more powerful. Why do I always have to upset the apple cart? Will I ever be satisfied? Sources say: no!
But it's kind of exciting. :D
It Was a Bit of An Adventure, Wasn't It?
I feel all magnaminous and nostalgic today. Oh dear God, the wish to travel and do great things (like falling asleep in a drunken heap on La Rambla) is getting more and more powerful. Why do I always have to upset the apple cart? Will I ever be satisfied? Sources say: no!
But it's kind of exciting. :D
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Date: 2011-01-13 02:34 pm (UTC)I was telling Becks about it. I just wandered away from some club where my friends were because I was tired. So tired that I decided I'd fall asleep in the doorway of a shop for the night.
Minutes later, some guy was prodding me and telling me I had to get up, it wasn't safe to sleep there. He was, of course, 100% right. But I shouted at him and grumpily made my way home. I felt like such an idiot the next
morningafternoon.She was more horrified by my sleeping rough in Paris story, though! >:D