March 11th, 2001

Roman

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In trying to find places for all my stuff on my new shelf, I am dumping. I have been dumping bank statements from the early 1990s. And thinking, will these have some use in the future? Will they provide some insight into something or other? Give me credit for doing it in spite of my doubts. It feels good every time I fill a bag with trash.
Roman

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I signed up for a year of courses at Writers Village University yesterday and signed up for a course in character development today. I need people who will read what I have written. I feel this will help keep me on track.
Roman

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I bought another shelf at Wal-Mart and put it together. I have it over half filled up and the big computer desk is getting cleared off. I'd like to find a place for that, the computer desk, but I don't know where. I don't think I will buy anything big from Wal-mart again. They talk forever about customer service but too many of the people there hardly know how to communicate normally. I don't know what it is, why so many people in service jobs don't have an elemental grasp of how to listen, how to let others know they have heard, how to respond. I am mystified by it. I don't think anything was fundamentally different years ago except that more people were not in service jobs. Maybe that's the difference. The choices are more limited now.
Roman

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The shelf is in and almost filled up. There is still a lot of stuff to work through, to figure out where goes. It's a little dangerous in here.

I have worked more on my short story. I think I am near the end and it will be about 3000 words. I feel pretty good about it. I think this is a real story that has real potential. If I can keep my demons from poisoning my mind, telling me lies about myself, this could be a turning point of a sort for me.