i’m not sure that’s how you spell it, but it’s what my cousins in oklahoma did. they wrastled. its kind of like wrestle, only grittier.
well i been wrastlin.’ wrastlin’ my novella over the past couple of days. the humbling thing is that, even with my empassioned blogging about story, my first draft was seriously short on it.
okay i am actually laughing now. out loud. all alone in my brown chair by the window because there is no way to get a show to opening night without a few really bad, really scary rehearsals. so i am on the right track!
whoda thunk wrastlin’ could be such a damn good thang.