No, this isn't a blog about that "Twilight" movie.  Rather, it's a post about the fact that everything I've written for the past month or so feels bloodless and inelegant.  I have a week to finish my projects at my current job, because I start a new one a week from today, and I'm going into it with dull, blunt, clumsy writing.  

If anyone is wondering what to get me for my birthday, a more disciplined and consistent relationship to my talent would be a fantastic gift idea.

In Defense of Plot