The dreaded block has struck again! I am at an impasse and I don't like it one little bit. Where, oh where, did that exhilarating rush from writing so fiercely and swiftly go? Where is my muse, my umph, my impetus?
Probably in the same place it usually goes. The problem is, that mysterious place is somewhere off to the left of the yellow brick road, behind the emerald tree, and waaaaaaaaaay down the unbeaten path, through the woods, and behind the purple waterfall. Now, that yellow brick road is long, that emerald tree gets plucked often so it's hard to tell it from any other tree, the beaten path is so overgrown I can't see it, and that purple waterfall keeps shifting places in that magical kingdom of fancy. My directions aren't very accurate. I'll have to see if I can make something happen with this lovely little post. A shifting purple waterfall sounds fun!
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