Friday, October 8, 2010

Wound and Wound Are Spelled the Same.

I sat down like an hour ago to try to write, but nothing’s happening. There’s just no juice. No blood going to it.

I’ve just been writing little descriptions of people. I’ve been jamming words together against their wills.

I’m really very tightly wound today. I need to mellow. I need my spring to unfurl rather than snap.

But whatever, sometimes it’s like ballet and other times it’s like road construction.

I will keep at it.


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