While I was not directly tasked with my present headache, I simply have taken it on as a direct challenge to my ability as a writer. What in the world could I possibly be talking about tonight? Well to make a long story short, my girlfriend offered a friend of hers a helping hand in sorting out her biography for some pieces of art she plans to display in the near future. Where do I fall into this equation? To put this bluntly, my girlfriend can only write if her life absolutely depends upon it. And considering a person's life never, ever hangs in the balance due to a writing, she writes pretty lazily and I get to clean it up!
I am still haunted by last minute submissions she made for her college classes, the types of papers that are due at midnight and she begins to bug the living hell out of me to proof read/edit her monstrosity at 10:45 PM. The nightmares those damn papers have induced onto me...
Anyway, so I am sitting here tonight trying to formulate something that describes this woman, the artist within and maybe even bits and pieces of what drives/motivates her to do what she does. But my problem lies in the fact that I have never in my life, met this person and the little information that I got does absolutely nothing to describe this person in any desirable way. I basically have nothing to draw off of that would help me put together anything that would or could promote her and the work that she is doing.
Perhaps the wise would simply drop it dead and just walk away from it.
Lucky (unlucky) that I'm not wise!
Don't think I should be proud of that one...
So I am determined to try and pull something from my bag of tricks to at least get something respectable out of what was provided to me. I sort of feel like I am expected to build a full sized mansion out of a box of toothpicks. Impossible? Not if you've got the patience, no... but insanely difficult and probably not an ideal way to spend a Friday night?
Absolutely.
What the hell am I thinking?
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