tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23766300.post614546713727146329..comments2021-11-02T06:33:40.057-06:00Comments on It's Just the Anti-Depressant Talking: A Writer's Life: Filling 50-Minute Hours Since 1992Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23766300.post-56486470161466206352007-06-05T22:00:00.000-06:002007-06-05T22:00:00.000-06:00It was my pleasure.It was my pleasure.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23766300.post-12405867680427903912007-06-05T01:15:00.000-06:002007-06-05T01:15:00.000-06:00thanks brian.thanks brian.Jaynel Attolinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01338006756428053225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23766300.post-63111391138934856122007-06-02T18:07:00.000-06:002007-06-02T18:07:00.000-06:00Wonderful writing. When I began reading, Leonard C...Wonderful writing. <BR/>When I began reading, Leonard Cohen was on in the background, "I ache in the places where I used to play..." as I read your words: "Now I see crazy people where signs once were." A beautifully-timed echo, but with a jolt I stood informed of the impossibility of being with two thought-provoking writers at the same time, sychronicity or no. So, I pressed pause and listened to you. Since you don't know me well, you may not realize the praise that wise choice describes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com