with a nod to my yoda-wench out in San Francisco, here's the ugly truth:
if we don't feel, whether by choice or design or accident of fate -- odds are we don't write. and what we might write? won't make anyone else feel, either.
I'll take the feeling and the writing, bad as it may be some days. Grist. Mill. Churn, baby, churn.
if we don't feel, whether by choice or design or accident of fate -- odds are we don't write. and what we might write? won't make anyone else feel, either.
I'll take the feeling and the writing, bad as it may be some days. Grist. Mill. Churn, baby, churn.