October 5, 1999: Learning to love mistakes
There’s nothing like writing through the remnants of yesterday’s impossible dream. I’ve either run out of whiteout or I’m taking a chance on something so difficult, I won’t let anything get in my way. I hate wasting paper! I look at it as being time. A sheet of paper equals several minutes of thought—toss out the paper and it’s like throwing away what little time I have in being myself.
October 5, 1999: Learning to love mistakes
There’s nothing like writing through the remnants of yesterday’s impossible dream. I’ve either run out of whiteout or I’m taking a chance on something so difficult, I won’t let anything get in my way. I hate wasting paper! I look at it as being time. A sheet of paper equals several minutes of thought—toss out the paper and it’s like throwing away what little time I have in being myself.
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