Okay. Having somewhat recovered from The Migraine That Ate My Brain and borrowed a temporary replacement mouse, I'm back with some more thoughts on writer's block.
(A quick interjection first, however. I was telling Sister Girl about the evil in the MySpace banner ads and how it felled a million Internet Explorer users, mostly because I wanted to make her feel guilty for pulling MySpace up on my computer and causing all this in the first place, and she says, "Oh, well, I don't have anything to worry about, then--I use Firefox." When did my life become an O. Henry story?)
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