Jan 9, 2003

he urge to write just took a vacation. Perhaps it was the colourlessness of it all. Or that things were cruising along and the necessity to unburden took a vacation. Or maybe it was the churning out of other kinds of prose that was literally that, prosaic, matter-of-fact. But it rears its head. (Strangely, the mood seems shared). Silence...

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