Seriously.
Some days almost anything, including a root canal, seems preferable to writing. Those are the days when the words slip away like eels, when the ideas hover just out of reach. You can sense them there, you can almost hear them buzzing like an annoying mosquito, but when you look...they're gone.
On days like today, I wish I'd picked another profession. I wish I'd stayed in computer programming. I hate being my own boss, and my own disciplinarian. I hat [...:]
Published on September 07, 2009 22:00