{"id":159,"date":"2009-04-30T17:23:01","date_gmt":"2009-05-01T00:23:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/melinakantor.com\/?p=159"},"modified":"2009-08-16T20:01:32","modified_gmt":"2009-08-17T03:01:32","slug":"and-they-call-me-a-writer-ha","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/melinakantor.com\/?p=159","title":{"rendered":"And they call me a writer! Ha!"},"content":{"rendered":"

As if I actually, you know, write stuff.<\/em><\/span><\/h2>\n

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\"\"Hey People!<\/p>\n

Remember, way back when, when I actually, you know, wrote stuff?<\/p>\n

By “stuff” I mean paragraphs longer than 140 characters<\/a>, or a comment on somebody’s Facebook status, or your average lesson plan.<\/p>\n

Most of you probably can’t even remember back that far, but I assure you that it was a freaking blast. A veritable literary shindig, if you will. I used to feel all writerly in my gorgeous, fashion forward NaNo Wardrobe<\/a>, and I was actually proud of that clutter next to my computer<\/a>. I’d sit in my computer chair, with the dog stuffed behind me as lumbar support (that was serendipitous, at first it was just to keep him from barking and\/or stealing while I neglected him) crank up the soundtrack for my WIP (work in progress), and, actually, you know, write stuff.\u00a0<\/p>\n

And then. . .<\/p>\n

Well, I don’t know what happened.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Well, maybe I do. I don’t mean to complain. But:<\/p>\n