Sometimes the all-or-nothing tendencies that want to run rampant in the creative parts of my life get me confused. One teeny example: yesterday I was fed up with the sheer paltryness (may have just invented a word right there) of my own writing and was ready to vow never to let another word see the light of day -- unless I was sure to the millionth degree that it was the most right, most perfect, most impossible-accurate-to-the-point-where-it-gives-you-shivers word for the job.
Today, I am thinking about signing up for NaBloPoMo, a method guaranteed to provide quantity of words but not necessarily quality.
What is wrong with me? Oh to be sure and stay sure!
Staish -- Yippee!! Manly Mousse Date!! *gulp* Oh my! I hope my little memory didn't put scarifying thoughts into your mind :Z.