Quote for today..

Reading Wislawa Szymborska's nobel prize lecture... and came across a quote that I think pretty much sums it all up:

"The moment always came when poets had to close the doors behind them, strip off their mantelsm fripperies, and other poetic paraphernaila, and contront - silently, patiently waiting their own selves - the still white sheet of paper. For finally this is what really counts."

So...umm... Katie? Why aren't you writing? The still white sheet of paper awaits you.

Good point. :)