i spent the night reading out loud to myself. i’m sure the neighbors think i’m the bull-goose loony, but i don’t care it helped so much. of course, it probably wouldn’t have been so bad had i just read out loud to myself, but i also had to argue out loud with myself, and yell out loud to myself for some stupid mistakes.
but it was so, so, so, so, so worth it. the story is finally shaping up. i knew i could beat it into submission.
you know what else i discovered? reading out loud to myself isn’t nearly as sexxy as when men read out loud to me. my voice reading doesn’t turn me on. ’tis a shame, because i really love when a man reads to me.
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Well then.
Once upon a time…
Oh yes! Reading out loud is a crucial part of the process. (I’ll get back to you today. I’ve been sicker than sick, and took a turn for the worse yesterday.)
go back to bed! i knew you’d been sick.what are you doing up?
I really don’t know; feigning responsibility, I suspect. 🙂
I’ll look at your latest draft while I’m fresh from four hours sleep and abs that could bawl from all the coughing I did last night. What fun!