September 22, 2005
Ten days. Ten days of silence. I seem to go through periods when the creativity is simply bursting out of me and nothing can stem the tide of words. I write furiously, then the well dries up and I am left wordless.
It hasn’t helped that I’ve been feeling as if my life has run away with me lately. Or, more accurately, run away without me.
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My best writing often flows from the darkest moments in my life.
Comment by MB — September 23, 2005 @ 4:06 am