A Ramble Through Metaphoric Sleeping Bags, Lust, and Careers with Wild Bill
I no longer know what to write. The muse is gone and there is nothing to replace her but the drudgery of getting down to living. I sometimes wonder what will become of it all. Is there a long canoe trip in my future? I don’t know. The sleeping bag of life is warm and beckoning but I’m not ready to... Sign in to see full entry.