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4:10 a.m., 2003-01-12
it feels good to have begun writing again in earnest. not as a documentation of anything necessarily coherent, but as an outlet for what could loosely be considered fiction. the hard part is what book do i select with the intention of finishing. i tend to incur the wrath of the spectre of the proverbial writer's block a quarter of the way through each one i begin, and never write about remotely linkworthy subjects. conundrums never cease. such is my stupid blundering existence.
