Ah, June gloom, how much we had not missed ye.

I just found, through a link on Pamela Ribon's page, an intriguing essay which is making me wonder about certain ways I might be psychologically limiting myself by procrastination. Because really, I suspect, it is about fear. Fear that I am a perfectly inoffensive, but ultimately average, writer.

Or, maybe I'm just damn lazy.

Maybe I need to take a little walk and see what's on the other end of my rope.

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update: gloom went away! all sunny now. that was nice of it.

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