A Sharp Knife

That's the name of a song on the new 3rd Eye Blind CD, Ursa Major. I don't think I need to express my love for them; their lyrics are riddled throughout my blog. Only a true fan would know that, though, and I'm guessing I've sparked a fun rendition of "I Spy" in your brain. Good luck.

I'm convinced that Stephan Jenkins is a lyrical genius. Sharp Knife is a fantastic song, and even though it's not even my favorite song on the CD, there is one line from there that is resounding in my head this morning, and it's this:

And it seems like the ending, is a lot like the start.

And while many a line from that song strike a resounding chord with me, this one is my vice for many reasons, but the main reason is because this is my struggle with my book right now. I've rewritten my first chapter about four times now, perhaps more. I think I've finally got a basic template. I've had two people read it now, and both have said the same thing: "Your first paragraph is awkward."

BAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I finished the 7,329th edit this week, and decided I hated my last paragraph. It's been nixed, and I'm actually losing sleep over this. Even now, I have things to do. So I'm not even going to try to end this in a witty or clever manner.