Soooo tired. Review to write. I woke up many times last night, thinking of it.
Almost done with the first draft. I still feel very tired.
Well. 801 words, cut down from 875. The limit is 700. Piece of cake. Sometimes, of course, editing down makes it better.
Wow! 749 words! I just have to keep myself from adding.
I have been to Cambria and back. Beautiful day. I had coffee, I read parts of The Cambrian so I could understand the paper better. I think my review will be fine in there. Only eight words more to cut!
It's sent. It's over, that's that and now I need to stop thinking abuot it. I wish I had been able to keep this review thing quiet. But I had no choice. I would not have been able to make a reservation for free without mentioning it. You live and learn and I do not know how, or what, I have learned from this. I mean, how to avoid everyone knowing in the future. I am glad it is just a little paper!
Funny, the memories. When I was in college my father and stepmother liked to hear me play the piano but I was always self-conscious about it so hardly ever played. I didn't know, I didn't know. Now I can't get anyone to read the stuff I write most of the time, nobody has that kind of interest, that kind of pride in me. Sheesh. I still have quite a bit of self-pity, though!