I know, I kinda cheated on that last entry. This whole non-productive period is taking its toll. But the astute reader will note that its a reference to Throw Momma From The Train, which has to count for something, no?
Maybe it's time to watch Barton Fink again. Or Naked Lunch. They're both about writer's who can't write, and then, after going through some tremendous emotional trial, find that they're able to write again. Not that either inspire me in any way, necessarily, but it's almost like, by watching Fink or Will Lee suffer, I'm being absolved. It's comforting in a Christian Mythos sort of way.
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