The Graduate

Yesterday I wrote half the hardest scene; no, not the hardest, but one that has eluded me for weeks. Today I vow to complete it, and its companion. Whatever the rate of words-per-minute, I will consider this a good day’s work. I am not sure why it is still so difficult; I am the recent graduate of countless boy-protagonist novels, boy memoirs, and boy movies. I have boy in my heart. But it’s like there’s a catch in my throat, and I can’t get boy onto the page without a wrestling match.