Tuesday, August 30, 2005

writer's block

Every morning I start over. Brand new. Mountain just as high as the day before (the current mountain being a proposal, and proposals are hands down the biggest bitch to write). There's no momentum carrying over from the previous day, because that momentum lasted exactly three hours yesterday, and then abruptly stopped. And now it's nearing nine, and I've procrastinated right to the edge of doing anything at all. As if to tempt me, Allie decided not to walk the dogs, and I'm thinking perhaps I should do that, it's quite nice out, after all.

A couple sentences...

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