Every now and then, someone will say,
Oh, it must be great to have a writing talent. I think so, too. It must be great: To write like a dream, and to write with ease.
That, however, is not my life. Today, for example, I cranked open an old book in progress. There are lines in it that I'd love to blame on someone else.
Unfortunately, I wrote them.
Published on May 09, 2010 16:01