July 22, 2011
The muse stopped showing up, and I stopped showing up and over time it just seemed easier. Easier to not show up. Easier to not write. Easier to watch TV. Easier to fill my days with minutiae and pretend writing was never something I was interested in.
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June 23, 2009
I should be writing. Yes, there’s no way around it. But then I should be doing a lot of things and not doing them doesn’t cause me nearly as much grief as not-writing does. I guess somewhere, at some point, I decided I was a writer and that was the beginning of the end
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