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September 26, 2006

I haven’t written anything of interest, even to myself for weeks. I come here and stare at the page with rumbling thoughts and then write nothing.

Nothing.

Sometimes it is because the thoughts I have are so ugly I can’t bear to put them into black and white. Sometimes I have nothing meaningful to say. Sometimes I have so much to say that I am positively constipated with prose.

So, I sit here and write nothing.

I’m doing a Seinfeld and writing about nothing….

That’s boring.

Uncategorized

I haven’t written anything of interest, even to myself for weeks. I come here and stare at the page with rumbling thoughts and then write nothing.

Nothing.

Sometimes it is because the thoughts I have are so ugly I can’t bear to put them into black and white. Sometimes I have nothing meaningful to say. Sometimes I have so much to say that I am positively constipated with prose.

So, I sit here and write nothing.

I’m doing a Seinfeld and writing about nothing….

That’s boring.