One of the things that makes me despair as a writer is when I have a foggy thought for months and months and it just won't crystalize into something "writable", and then someone else just swoops in and puts it into words in succinct and elegant fashion that makes me want to open a vein. Like at the end of this 2Blowhards post, when Michael perfectly sums up why I like blogging:
"Hey, who needs the Algonquin Round Table or Bohemian Paris when we've got the blogging life?"
This makes me feel like the time Frasier Crane realized that the woman he'd slept with had also slept with Cliff Clayvin.
The personal blog of author Kelly Sedinger, chronicling the adventures of one overalls-clad wanderer.
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