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11 September 2021

 People are talking about what they were doing on this day twenty years ago on this day. I was sitting at my desk dumbfounded. I worked as a draftsman for a metal building company and once the story broke on the radio, we all stopped working and either listened to the radio or went to the break room to watch the news unfold on the television.

I was moved by President Bush's speech this morning. He pointed out what's wrong with America. He said that the same hatred that fueled the terror attacks then is going around today within America. That the Muslims weren't the enemy, people who are different aren't the enemy. That it was the radical thinkers and extremists who was the enemy. That America has a chance of being the great country it once was. Implying that once the radicals and extremists let go of the hate. Implying once we end the racism that has taken hold of country empowered by the previous president, then America can become the great nation it once was. That made America great was when we all pooled together as a nation, regardless of color, creed or political party.

It was a good speech and I think President Bush is a better person now.


Anyway.


I discovered in Fargo this book: Brief, horrible moments by Marko Pandza. It's a collection of horror short stories that are only a sentence long.

I thought it a really cool idea. In reality, anyone who writes should never give up writing. When there are all these cool short forms of writing: haiku, six word stories, one sentence stories and two sentence stories. If one did a one sentence story a day, in three or four months you would have enough material for a hundred page book. Well, maybe in five or six months, but still, a book written by only doing a sentence a day.

I plan on writing more. I will try to write when I don't think I can. The goal is to build myself up so I can write ten 120 page books in a year. So I can try writing all the books I thought of and more.

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