So it took me seven hours to write this "quick little article" on The Green Race. And that's not counting the hours I actually spent at the event, nor should it, because that was a really fun time.
Whenever I have to write something that's, how do I say this, not entirely about myself, I remember how difficult and aggravating and itch-inducing writing can be. I take breaks every half hour to sprawl face down across my bed and moan 'This is HARD, this is so HARD, this is such a HARD JOB*!!'
Then I go and work a shift as a bartender at the Cidery and I remember what "Hard Job**" really means. And bear in mind, we really only serve two types of drinks at the Cidery. That, and I only work about once a month. And still I whimper myself to sleep after my shift is over, curled in a ball under the covers like a little mole.
Anyway! Check out my attempt at journalism. I even interviewed people at a Waffle House because I'm so big time.
*Are you laughing over this phrase? Because I am.