I was so tired from all the stress of meeting Mr. Cottrill last night that I slept very late this morning. I was so worried that I wouldn't be allowed to write about one of the sculptures. I guess I worried for nothing. Mr. Cottrill was very much nice to me. He chose the Canada goose for me to write about. Now I have to get my mind focused on the subject. That is what writers are supposed to do. I already have two ideas. One is based on a real life thing that happened last spring at MY lake. I can't mess around about getting this story written. Mom told Mr. C. that I will take my story to him before the night we have our readings. That is so he can decide if he wants it read or not. This is a a very much big responsibility.
I had a really good time at the art galleries. I even had cheese and ice cubes at one place. I didn't want to leave there. Mom forced me to though. Grrrrr
