Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Bouts of indecision
Yesterday and today I cannot decide what to write about. Just as I envy writers who cannot not write any more than they cannot breathe (Hemingway being the most touted that I know of), I envy writers who always have something interesting to write about. Well, interesting to me, anyway. I use this blog partly as a device to make myself write as close to every day as I can twist my arm without thereby preventing writing, but sometimes I'm at a loss. So don't yell at me if you're bored sometimes. But do accept my apologies.

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Blogger ligneus — at 8:36 AM, September 27, 2007:
I know what you mean! It's a bit like insomnia, the more you think about it, the less likely you are to go to sleep.
Or the conversation overheard on a London bus, one older woman to another, "There there dear, be a philosopher and don't think about it".
Or did you hear the one about.....
 

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