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. . . than write about having sex.
I have hard copies of nine (count 'em, NINE!) half-completed stories waiting.
Waiting.
Still waiting.
I'm very serious! They are waiting for me right now. All of them! They're over there by the fireplace, hiding in that box in the corner.
Can you see them, too?
And now I know they are watching me. Staring at me with their creepy little yet-to-be-edited typos, making me feel so guilty I've allowed them to languish incomplete and half-forgotten.
*sigh*
Why is it so hard for me to get back to writing??
I mean, honestly!
(Is it because I'd rather be having sex than be writing about it?)

I have hard copies of nine (count 'em, NINE!) half-completed stories waiting.
Waiting.
Still waiting.
I'm very serious! They are waiting for me right now. All of them! They're over there by the fireplace, hiding in that box in the corner.
Can you see them, too?
And now I know they are watching me. Staring at me with their creepy little yet-to-be-edited typos, making me feel so guilty I've allowed them to languish incomplete and half-forgotten.
*sigh*
Why is it so hard for me to get back to writing??
I mean, honestly!
(Is it because I'd rather be having sex than be writing about it?)
