It took me longer to write the immediately preceding entry about Grumpy Neil Gaiman than I'd've liked because I was being a little more brutal with the cutting. I was all No, that sentence isn't needed and That paragraph? Get rid of it and Pointless, that's what it is. The words weren't flowing. Probably because thoughts weren't flowing.
I need the writing equivalent of fiber. I want this to, um, pass.
And I'll close out this entry before it starts getting more explicit in the metaphors.
