Sunday, November 8, 2009

He was just like Jesse James.

Tunes in my head: Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me by Warren Zevon
Atmosphere: Sore


You'll notice I haven't been writing here much recently. (yes, only in my world is every other day "not often".)

I feel that I'm becoming slightly stagnant as a writer.

Nothing much has really happened to me recently, so I'm running out of things to say.

And what is to be said is for the novel.

The HSC finishes on Thursday. Perhaps after then I'll get a job or what have you to break the creative deadlock.

It's all I can really do now.

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