Monday, July 17, 2006

I beg your kind indulgence


Felix Schenenstein, originally uploaded by camille94019.

The writer of this blog is having difficulties navigating the emotional quagmire she finds herself in. She is in the situation of wanting to write and at the same time paralyzed with fear.

Fear. Yes, that icy fingered goddess of the dawn that will never come. The fear. She can't even say the words. The fear. The fear of saying something

something

regrettable.

She is hoping that she can continue hiding her heart behind blue canteens, obfuscations, madlibs, nonchalant whistling, short novellas by Italian writers, and writing in the third person. But she suspects, dear reader, that you have already figured it out and are now calling the backmailers.

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