i think we were all a bit tired last night.
we did exercises on character, switching gears from place, and i found it challenging for this reason:
“I think it’s easier for me to write about place than character in this neighbourhood because the hood is a character, and so full of real ones, that it’s hard to imagine one in.
Perhaps I should personify the tamarind balls that I forgot are for sale in that OG general store.”
perhaps i was just too full of baked onion rings.
we’ll try again next week.