JUST

I use this word way too much.  It's like a crutch.  What I really need to do is just do it.  Ya know?  Like in the Nike ad campaign!  Just sit my ass down, write brilliant prose that shows what's going on (never tells), that illustrates what's at stake (um, I still don't know) and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

It probably wasn't the best idea to quit nicotine lozenges this week.  I'm a little on edge.  I hate my book.  I hate that I can't give a good enough reason that I explored death other than, I wanted to explore something that scared me and that  also allowed me to get my MFA at the same time.  I hate that writing a book is like water-boarding yourself on purpose.  (I didn't say that, my editor did.)  I hate that this editor is going to read my book in about three weeks and will probably want to stab me with a fork at some point next month.

Why can't writing be easy?  You don't have to answer that.  I'm just bitching and moaning.

If you want to comment, please tell me your favorite book and why it's your favorite book.  I'll start...

"Catcher in the Rye"  Boy is that a cliche choice or what?  It's one of the few books that I have read more than once.  I like Holden Caufield.  He's nuts, but I like him and he meant a lot to me when I was a teen.  He was like my first book crush.  Okay, now you go...