Friend: guess what?
Friend: I blogged for the first time in a yr and a half.
me: i saw
you’re in my reader
it was partly inspired by your writing, as usual.
I was trying to do a good critique, ya know and I did a little experimenting and then it grew…
me: that’s great
i like it
Friend: thanks. Um looking for somethign. hold please
Sent at 8:55 PM on Monday
Friend: you’re gonna laugh.
I’m searchign searching
where did i put that thingy I wrote?
it’s not on the pooter. I wrote it longhand in a notebook on Saturday.
But it was the same premise. I took the skeleton of what youd done with a subway suicide and wrote it my own way.
It just got the juices flowing. And since then the gates feel [sic] open.
Friend: I can type it out, but it’s nothing to write home about. it greased the wheels though.
Friend: yeah, credit goes your way.
So, did my feedback help? the difficlutly picturing the rail confusion?
me: it did
i haven’t revisited yet
trying to get everyone’s feedback first
Friend: yep. is it part of a bigger whole or just it’s own thing?
me: it’s gonna be something bigger, but not much bigger
Friend: I. want. to. know. more.
me: i know