Wednesday, March 4, 2009
NotWrite
Straddling that thin line between sanity and a freakout is a bad place to be for writing. You just don't have words in a time like that, and this is mostly thanks to worry. It's when the worry breaks over, you wake up and find the nightmare real all along, and now you're emotionally attached to the upper stretches of shit creek--that's when you write.
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