"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)
3.30.2008
Fatigue
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."
I'll be here all week...
3 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Does this mean no more tweets? i miss them already.
3 comments:
Does this mean no more tweets? i miss them already.
The last tweet seems to have an oddly familiar cadence. I guess that means you must miss your own tweets? Odd...
I find my tweeting ebbs and flow. I think it is tied to the presence of jellyfish.
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