Sweet merciful crap, but it’s been painful. Still, FINALLY I’m out of 1939, and to May 1940. Tomorrow the Battle for France begins.
Here are some things I did to combat the writer’s block I’ve had for the past few days.
-asked most of my friends with art training about their school experiences;
-Nichole told me to give him block, which helped
-running,
-watched lots of tv
-ate donuts
-long walks
-wrote about 5-600 words in French.
It seems like writing in French helps whenever there is a stoppage in, you know, the French bits. Duh. Kind of makes sense doesn’t it?
He also wrote a long letter about how nothing he did was right and that he was homesick. I felt the first one; remembered the second from my own experiences in France. No matter how much I loved it, still….