I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.

I'm almost never jealous of other writers. I write what I write and I like it enough that no one else has to, usually. Now, though, I'm on my third week of writer's block, and I'm starting to lose it. I'm drooling over things other writers have created; I browse my writings and I can't even remember what it was like to write them. I mean, if I ever get writer's block long term, I may go insane, assuming I'm not already crazy.

So, since I have writer's block, I have nothing to say. Buwahaha.

posted by Emma @ Sunday, July 20, 2003