Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Tuesday, September 04, 2001

The typed pages of Novel-planning smell like a book. This, I find reassuring.

Yes, I am pulling it out, stretching my mind, entangling my fingers in the details once again. Determination, driven by the usual source. The new releases of HarperCollins, including so many new authors and books, and I experience a surge of covetousness.

Mine. It's purely visceral. I want it.

Now, I guess, we see whether I want it enough.

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