My sentences are not eloquent or intelligent. I do not have a wonderful mind. I am not a great writer. I never will be because i'm empty; a tipped over bucket. It doesn't matter if I ever mangage to get right side up again. There's a hole. My God, there's always been a hole. I wish it was as simple as just quitting writing all together. That is not an option. My brain keeps sprinting until it's all down on paper. My body is desigined to write; it can't function when i dont.
July 22, 2010