One of my favorite things in the world is when people tell me that I should be a writer. I love when people engage in my stories and think I'm interesting. One of the new agents here had a client bail on her, so she hung out with me for about 45 minutes. We swapped stories, and I got my favorite compliment. It made my day.
I got a good deal of painting done last night. I had a few drinks, listened to music, and chatted with Allen. I also hung out with Stevie, who's having her own personal crisis. I don't know what to do or say, except hope that my being there is enough.
I had a small crisis of faith in myself this morning, but I'm better now.
I have a fantastic idea for a short story, but I want to iron it out in my head before I start writing it. Perhaps I'll do that tonight after finishing the rest of my homework and hanging out with Stevie (unless she decides to take care of her issue this evening, in which case I'll get a jump start on the creative process).
Allen is having an issue, as well. My poor friends. He had a far more interesting night than I did last night, but I have lost my interesting in blogging for the moment. Maybe later. Gossip never sleeps.
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