Wednesday, September 23, 2015


I would rather eat cookies than write, so I did.  I ate the whole box and now I am sitting to write and I still do not want to. Sometimes I cannot think of a thing to say. It usually comes, but I am too tired to wait. I am trying but not feeling the flow, which is ok, part of the process. We all are boring or suck or create uninteresting stuff in order to get to the good stuff. It can’t all be gold and it can’t all even be bronze, sometimes it is just scrap metal. xxh

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