Why didn't you tell me that the thing I needed to do most was get back to writing? Why didn't you tell me that this breakdown of sorts could have been prevented with a little trip down fiction lane?
Why do I have to begin to plummet before I remember what it feels like to sink down into my stories?
After leaving a myriad of voice mails with friends, where I came close to weeping on their machines, this evening I created!
I wrote! I wrote!
Nourishment is mine!
Song of the night:
Patti Smith's Pumping (My Heart)
