“When you write the main thing is to feel you are rising to your own occasion.” Seamus Heaney
Without blaming anything perhaps my own lack of inspiration, I feel this blog hasn’t been rising to its occasion lately. Agree or disagree with that statement as you will, I have a few offline projects I need to wrap up this week as best as I can, so I might be scarce.
Keep it real, yo.
And I hope when I get back I’ll be able to write better than in sloppy slang.
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