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Tuesday, Just call me Renaissance Babe For those of you who've been playing along at home, you may have noticed that I've been something of a slug, lately, when it comes to writing. Dilettante that I am, I have to agree with you. I also have to admit that I don't feel too particularly upset about it -- I have three stories in circulation, some things cooking in the hindbrain, and a novel and other WIPs waiting for me when the muse strikes back once again. That's good enough for now.
In other words, for the first time in years I'm playing music again, and it feels great. Now, granted, I'm never going to become a rock guitar diva, mainly because I don't have the time or willpower to put in the necessary hours of practice. But screw it, I'm not playing for anyone else -- I'm playing for my own enjoyment. What a lovely concept. My own enjoyment. That's the only problem about writing professionally -- you get so caught up in the needs of a specific anthology or writing to meet the demands of the marketplace, that it's ever so easy to forget how much fun it is to create. Maybe that's really why I'm taking a writing break -- I want the fun to come back. I want to sit down and enjoy the fact that I'm crafting something, instead of looking at it like cleaning the house or washing the car, yet another thing to do during the day. That's not writing, that's hackwork. In the meantime, I'm gonna sit down and make a pleasing sound unto the Lord, so to speak. And as She hasn't complained about my playing yet, I assume that I'm not quite as bad as I thought I'd be. And while we're on the subject of pleasing occurences, happy second wedding anniversary to Scott and Amy (aka The Cutest Couple in Medicine). May they continue to be this happy, and may the Hatless Bald Man Index (check out his journal for an explanation) produce a beautiful new bundle of Liles love in the near future.
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no, I'm not giving it up. Barring a stroke or some sort of severe
mental disturbance, I'll never just stop writing, not as
long as some form of technology allows me to put down the words
where people can read them. I just want to give Clio a break right
now, in favor of doing some jamming with Euterpe (ten points and
a dog-eared copy of Edith Wharton's Mythology go to anyone
who knows who the heck I'm talking about). 
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