I haven't written anything significant in years. About three years. I was in the middle of a fairly major rewrite of "the novel" when my wife told me she didn't love me anymore. The words stopped coming. The file has moved through three computer now, and I've added nothing useful to it. Every now and then I take it out and read a bit and say to myself "This isn't so bad, I should finish this" but I don't.
I even have an invitation to write essays for a rather major site that pays - it's a paying gig - and I can't come up with anything to write.
Well, why am I writing this. I should be working on that.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
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