Death of a New Year’s Resolution

by Nat Finn on January 26, 2009 · 0 comments

in Book of Blues,Distractions

the damns feel like they're gonna break

I forgot where the gym is. Sleep has become a practical joke n the weariness grows on me like the facial hair I never remember to shave: slow, almost unnoticeable until one day it’s as unsightly as a mud-packed zit.

And the SEO Copywriter Chicago trek wears on. My boss was tough on my copy today. I have to thank him. Sometimes I need someone to keep my writing disciplined.

My cousin has pointed out that in Book of Blues I have the occasional tendency to use 2 words where I could have used 1. I agree. But if didn’t do it in some spots I wouldn’t have any writing style. Sometimes you have to turn a phrase. How vanilia would the world be if there wasn’t a little color within expression?

24 is over. No rest for the weary.

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