Oh writerly impulse, why must you visit me at the most inopportune of times? When I am harried with first week activities at a new branch, and a little unsure if I'm coming or going? When temperatures are flirting with negative numbers and the wind threatens to carry me off to Pennsylvania? When I should be concentrating more on a shower and a shave instead of a subject and a verb......
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Posted by: Autumn | January 22, 2008 at 01:17 PM