GW: Day 3: Wedgie

Today was the day that the inmates took over the asylum, or at least the chalkboards. I felt the need to share a sentence from Charles Williams in which someone's nostrils are far off. On a more productive note, Mike B summarized one of Erin's points with the cartoon pictured over yonder. The one note that I took today was that in a long work, the first chapter acts as a wedge into the story. As such, it needs be simple and clear, regardless of the complexity of later chapters. Or, at least, that's what I got out of it.


Today the divide between the experienced writers and the inexperienced became quite stark. Fortunately, we like to laugh alot, and, as the grandparents used to say, we can make our own fun.

I had something of a scary experience after worship tonight. I passed Greg Wolfe on the way out of the Great Hall. I was looking at the message board when he asked me if I had played a round of disc golf with Sarah yet. Mind, I may have talked with Greg once in the three years I've come to the Glen, and the one time I don't think I told him my name--although there are those nasty nametags. Further, my trolling for golf players consisted of a post on the Image forum under tctruffin and Sara had merely wondered if she was missing the point of the game. As I was sans nametag tonight, I found the fact that he had linked my name, face, and screen name just a tad alarming.