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Be Careful What You Wish For

February 12, 2009

I went to my last session and pretty much said what I wrote last time about not knowing what I was there for, and I hate that going totally ruins my whole fucking day, and just wanting something concrete to do, and I can’t believe I’m paying so much, and blah-blee-bloo.  It wasn’t confrontational, but it was pretty naked.

The result:  I have an assignment to write the therapist a 3-page “letter” to her describing what Chapter 3  is going to be about (I have written nothing apart from my prospectus and some random production notes on it), and my fee was adjusted.  Still expensive, but slightly less-so.  I am appreciative of her offer.

I haven’t started this letter.  I don’t know if I will.  Or rather, if I can.  I sit down with pen and paper and just stare.  I don’t know what to do.

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