Why It’s Never Really “Ready” to Submit to Book Binding Services
When I’m mad or upset, I just write. That way I can escape from the worries and stresses of the real world without doing drugs or drinking alcohol, and when I come back, I feel better because I’ve created something. You don’t feel better when you come back from other fake states of mind. The stories aren’t even finished. They’re never really finished. Although I hope I work up the nerve to send the best unfinished version I can into book binding services before I come back to it in old age in order to try making it better the way Walt Whitman expurgated “Leaves of Grass” only to make it worse.
Writing is all I can do. I like to tell myself that to make it seem like I’m a writer. The other day I tried hitting on a girl by telling her that she was beautiful and other sentimental nice things. She said, “Are you a writer?” which was the best compliment I’d received all week. I told her a little bit about the book I’m planning on submitting to book binding services. She said binding books must be so satisfying, seeing something that will live longer than you. She was a keeper, but she had a boyfriend already.
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Posted on: Monday, September 19th, 2011 at 9:27 am
Posted in: binding books
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