HOW THE WORDS SOMETIMES WERE
The words just bled right out
into the horrible, sweaty nights.
And the nights,
they were the pages
that had to be filled.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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"it's easy to be a bad writer, but it's hard to wake up each day and devote a chunk of your life to bad writing."
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