Different Pen
Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
don't suffer art gladly
I get impulses to write. And then I don't. Because I don't believe in myself.
Well. At least I have the image of the tortured writer genius down to an art. (The genius part is really pushing it, but don't tell anyone.)
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