This won't be a long post; I just need to get something down to break through my resistance to go where I know my writing wants to bring me. I feel like a 5-year old being dragged by the hand through a museum or on a winter walk, reluctant, resisting the possibility that this could be good, fun even. The dearth of tangible stuff going on in my life is lately matched by the overflow, standing-room only show going on in my mind as I navigate through my days.
I learned how to write my blogposts on my iPad so I think I might go to a wired coffee shop and do some writing today. Maybe the Laughing Goat on Pearl. More later.
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