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Two words. Seriously.

Carolyn Parkhurst.

Three more words.

Lost and Found.

I love her.

There is an abuse of italics instead of CAPITALS in this entry. That's new. ;)

I want to write poetry like Ted Kooser and novels like Carolyn Parkhurst. They are both just so awe inspiring for me. I haven't felt this way since I read the collection of Anne Sexton poetry.

It woke Gabrielle, of all my muses, up so she could write one line.

I angst at my lack of creativity.

Cramping apparently makes me odd. I don't think my brain is working quite correctly.