Monday, September 3, 2007
Box of Rain
It's been a weird couple of days. It's been the kind of weekend where introspection trumped all and it was hard to write, hard to concentrate, to work in the yard or to do much of anything. This song kept popping into my head.
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It is worth mentioning, for future reference, that the creative power which bubbles so pleasantly in beginning a new book quiets down after a time, and one goes on more steadily. Doubts creep in. Then one becomes resigned. Determination not to give in, and the sense of an impending shape keep one at it more than anything.