day nine, 9826

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....