I'm awfully frustrated with the inability to write as of late. I've composed works here and there, only to have completion left astray. Under my belt is a collection of work waiting for me to resume, inaccessible due to technical restraints--that being said, I've made it a point to resolve the issue and finally get the gears oiled up again. So, my quest for a literary muse continues and I foresee myself reveling in loose syntax, idioms, and curious rhetoric to jump start regrettable dead time. I suppose one can only look within for such inspiration...and cease an afflictively staunch habit.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Revitalize the Quiescence
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