So I've struggled to write recently. Not because it's not there. More that I can't seem to find the time. I'm working full-time & home-time means a whole other world of work. I find the lack of words a constant source of anguish. So, the moon is full & the crazies are dyed obnoxious--surely there's winding cobbled path I can follow them along?
Oscar Wilde & Jules Verne surely faced the uncertainty of a blank page coupled with bleeding gape of inactivity.
Maybe it's a baby-step thing...
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