a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

October 01, 2004

Is it too early to begin my great American novel? Is there one in me, somewhere, hiding and biding its time, waiting to break free? Does everyone have this dream? Does everyone have this talent? Am I any different, at all special? Is there such a thing as a gift, or is it just potential? Thwarted and threatened by the blank page, I've got to ride the dragon.

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