"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
In case you haven't noticed, I'm pretty infatuated with Twitter. Unfortunately, I'm getting a bit fatigued with the demands of my constant life-stream.
I'm catching a Twitter cramp. Perhaps that makes me a "twamp."