Monday, May 30, 2011


Writing has been a struggle lately.
Rejections right and left, terse little cut-and-paste no's. Recording project treading water. Inspiration as foreign as a Swahili dictionary.
Stop trying so hard to make things happen, my shrink says.
Talk about foreign.

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