I woke up thinking about the time I went out of town for a month, with my car sitting in Minneapolis. When I got back, it would not start. The college kid who lived across the ally from me came over to help. He sprinkled a little gas on my carburetor and the car started.
For several months, I have spent most of each day writing. When there is no keyboard at my fingertips, I am writing in my head most of the time.
On Saturday, someone said something to me and I have been unable to write since. The few lines in this post, for example, have been taking me a long time. Normally, words fly out of me faster than I can type and I type very fast.
I'm trying to sprinkle a little gas to get myself going.
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