So, here I sit with only thirteen minutes left to go before I have to head out to another exciting day at the Armory, and despite beating my muse across the soles of her feet with a rubber truncheon, I can't get a lick of inspiration out of her. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
Well, I have the glimmerings of an idea for one or two posts, but they'll each take more than... well, now only twelve minutes to write.
Sigh.
More when I get home this afternoon, then.
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How's this for a subject: Did you live in Knoxville when the world's fair was there? Did you go to the fair? I wanted to, but I didn't.
The sun has riz,
The sun has set,
And Tam ain't written nothing yet.
" How's this for a subject: Did you live in Knoxville when the world's fair was there?"
Nope, I didn't move here 'til November of 2000, looking for work. (A story in and of itself...)
Maybe a post in and of itself...
Hm.
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