Monday, January 08, 2007

Ingurgitate





















My mind restlessly ingurgitates library books faster than I can check them out.

My internal question for today: Why is it when one is described as prolific, it is considered a good thing?


Perhaps the secret of great writers is a love which flings opens the doors to let thoughts and feelings rush in.

http://www.powells.com/review/2007_01_08