framing a thought

Strangely enough, framing has me feeling less like writing than planting ever did. I mean, tree planting wore me down so much that although I had lots of time to think random bits of material out of the, um, woodwork, I nevertheless just couldn't do it.

Framing for babylon, however, seems to batter my soul into a niggling little speck of darkness. Fortunately for barkingreed, my wrist seems to be protesting violently, so I'll have to find other work - work which could possibly rejuvenate my literary self. I will now commence with the holding of my breath.