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March 16, 2003
Nothing to say...
So why am I writing?
I don't know. Sometimes in the moment of explaining why there is nothing to say, something pours forth from the mind. When I was about 13, my father offered me $1/day to write in a loose leaf journal. I can't quite remember, but there were roughly 10 questions I had to answer for the $1. What did I do that day? What did I learn that day? etc...
I thought he was crazy to pay me for barely, if any, more than 10 sentences. He laughed at me in the knowing way, and told me that he would sell the journals back to me at quite a profit when I was grown up. I wonder if he still has them. I'm not sure he wouldn't recoup his investment.
Posted by KnipSter at March 16, 2003 03:50 PM
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hhhmmm I would be a bit surprised if we didn't come across them sometime...I know I've seen "the readings" in the last 5 years...
Posted by: knitgrammy at March 16, 2003 05:39 PM
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