Some words, some pictures; scraps of a life. Come right in, pretend you know me, because in a way you do. Sure, it might be a one-way mirror, but tap on the glass so I know you are there.
Monday, December 07, 2009
The Idea Of Being Prolific Scares Me
It takes me a long time to write anything. I want it to be perfect. I don't understand how some people can write so much. Bla!
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