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SWING AND A MISS

I just finished the eleventh page of the new essay… and I really don’t like it. It needs a new approach.

If any of you have ever surfed, or body surfed, you know this feeling very well. You wait for the perfect wave, paddle like hell, feel it start to rise as you get on top… and then you get behind it, and you paddle even faster but no use — it’s gone.

And you feel like a tool.

Anyway, more waves coming. I’ll try again tomorrow. It’s a new style and I want to get it right.