Thursday, June 22, 2006 | by nathan

Write. Wrong.

I have been working on a series of faculty profiles for work. It is kind of fun, because someone already did the interviews for me, which is nice, as my least favorite thing about being a journalist is interviewing people. All I have to do is take someone else’s notes and write short, 300-word pieces from them.

It started out more or less okay; I did a few, and now am completely jammed. It’s like the mental equivalent of passing a kidney stone. I actually used the adjective "poopy" in a draft a minute ago.

Also, last week, my MySpace story totally fell through, which means that my crippling new addiction is totally in vain.

In the shower getting ready for work this morning, I had a brilliant flash in which I completely re-imagined the first novel I wrote since starting grad school.

And what will I probably do when I get home? Probably watch TNT’s Primetime in the Daytime.

Then I have the audacity to complain to Brian that I am panicking because I am absolutely sure someone else is going to write my magnum opus before I do.