"What, precisely, is wrong with me? Why did I decide that the best way to spend the month of November would be indoors, strapped to a chair, writing thousands of words a day, alone, friendless, and insane? Why didn't I just agree to come to my desk every day, bang my head on it for a solid ten minutes, and be done with it? That would have been so much faster."
Maureen Johnson
Ja, man kan ju fråga sig. Varför? Jag kan inte själv svara på den fråga just nu. Det kändes som en bra idé. Nu vill jag slå huvudet i väggen.
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