RSSawake
Aug 25
—so toss and listen to Schubert choral piece punctuated by the wind rattled windows—gust storm rolls in tonight—blows the clouds from before the moon—the dust of my thinking begins to clear and the writing begins again—my habits have strangled my creativity and I know that I’ve been hiding from myself—my own ugliness frightened me to fantastic flights of imagination—but now with solid mental ground I can feel the urge washing over me—to tell these stories before they die with me—
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