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Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a mouse waltzes. - E. B. White

The Muse Sleeps

September 1st, 2007 at 03:15pmEmail This Post | Print This Post

Or else it’s run away to find a new home. Or I’m just not listening. Whatever the case, I’m not writing at the moment and for the preceding several thousand moments. Getting a little squirrely I must admit. So, if you happen to see a ragged, half-starved, surely pissed by now muse running about, send it home, ok?

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