So my next writing assignment is late. And it's my fault. Well, isn't it always our fault? The dog never really did eat the homework. And I'm writing it on why I think Minneapolis rocks. I'm giving it my own twist, of course, and making it humorous and such. But I think I really, really love this city because it's twice as long as it should be. And I'm having the hardest time cutting it back. There is just so much that I love and want people to try out and enjoy that I can't shut up about it.
Its very frustrating. Remember those papers in college where you would make the margins just a bit bigger, and change the font from Times New Roman to Courier New all to see if it helped get what little you had written into the required page length? Yeah, well this one is too damn long, too wordy, not funny enough, and not original enough to what makes Minneapolis special for me to be happy with it.
Damnit. I really need to crack down here. Stop adding and start honing in on what is good, what can go, and what needs to be improved.
Basically I need to stop thinking about ways to improve and just do it.