Sure enough, I got away from writing every day and the habit was easily broken. I should really resolve to get back to it for the rest of February. I sometimes don’t think I have anything to say, but that hasn’t ever been teh point of this blog. This is more like the dynamic stretch …
the goddamn door is back. I’ve written about this mother fucker seventeen ways from Sunday trying to purge it from my stories. I’ve burned it, drowned it, built it, torn it off its hinges with hatchets and bare hands, buried it, carved it and ignored it. It creeps in and sooner or later each of …
