Observations and exercises while I reboot and refresh my writing life.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
word: immure
So there she was, immured in her cubicle with someone she didn't understand, but who had authority over her. How could she escape? Why did she feel the need to escape? Where would she go?
Bill, I tracked back from your recent comment on my blog (www.gointothestory.com). Enjoy your blog. Added it to my Friends list. Best of luck with your writing.
Bill, I tracked back from your recent comment on my blog (www.gointothestory.com). Enjoy your blog. Added it to my Friends list. Best of luck with your writing.
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