My dearest B.,
Your mother is suffering from ... writer's block!
I have your 1-year-old letter partly written, but I've been back over it, editing it and re-editing it. I've edited it so much I might just scrap the whole thing and start over.
Problem is, I have so much to say, I almost need to write an outline in my head.
On one hand, this is harder than any writing assignment I ever had, but easier than breathing, because when I stare at a blank screen, my fingers can't keep up with my brain, tick tacking on the keyboard so quickly that I lose my train of thought.
And there it goes again.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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