Fine, be that way.

Friday night was successful. I got good shots of her, and I just need the accompanying article. I used to be a writer. I'm exceptionally nervous about all of this. My stomach is caterpillars and butterflies and extreme self-doubt. I'll put one out, I'm sure... But I'll always know it could have been better.


I'm decidedly taking Esther Greenwood's position on love and marriage. I don't have the book in front of me, but Sylvia Plath nailed it on the head about marriage. I'm far too neurotic a person to decide to ever settle. Loving along the way is fine, but tying down to one experience just isn't for me. This has been a random thought.