Day 148: Autopilot
Inspiration comes in fits and starts and lately it’s been all fits — sputtering, screaming, whining, sobbing, wailing, grumbling, sighing, blinking, scowling, pounding fits — and I can’t help but try to imagine that this ongoing ennui is going to give birth to a bouncing baby something. I’m just not sure what. And that’s okay. If I’m sure of nothing else in my life, I can at least take comfort in knowing that this is…
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