The ugly abattoir of the writing process, with hopes that it turns into finely processed steaks under cellophane. Avoid the sausage.
Sunday, July 18, 2004
Yes, it's been quiet.
I left the office early Thursday after having caught Nat and Jarren's cold. I've been asleep for all but 15 hours since. Writing has slowed to a crawl, as have I. More when things get back to normal.
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