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Today I'm writing up the Bleeding Through interview.
I'm finding it a little scary.
The weather today has been all weird. At three in the morning it started snowing.
At two in the afternoon there was a twenty minute squall of sleet and shale, blown in spirals by gales. Then the sun started shining, and now it is sinking back to murky blue/grey sky.
I just have to write 650 words and make it not suck.
Courage, dear boy, as my Uncle Alan said to me once. Courage.
When I get stuck I try rereading interviews by other Alt Mag journalists to see how they did it, but I start to feel all ADHD.
Must persevere.
Tomorrow night I cover the Deftones.
Should be good.
Back to the grindstone.
-J
I'm finding it a little scary.
The weather today has been all weird. At three in the morning it started snowing.
At two in the afternoon there was a twenty minute squall of sleet and shale, blown in spirals by gales. Then the sun started shining, and now it is sinking back to murky blue/grey sky.
I just have to write 650 words and make it not suck.
Courage, dear boy, as my Uncle Alan said to me once. Courage.
When I get stuck I try rereading interviews by other Alt Mag journalists to see how they did it, but I start to feel all ADHD.
Must persevere.
Tomorrow night I cover the Deftones.
Should be good.
Back to the grindstone.
-J
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