recycling yrself

REal answer to follow probably.

If fact, some people have gone so far as to suggest I'm not a real person at all, but a random phrase generator programmed to just spew out random "kate-like" phrases at random intervals.

So how you like talking to a computer?

I know what you mean, though. It's easy to feel clotted up in thoughts and words. I'm only writing One Thing* and I often feel trapped in my own rhetoric and painfully tiny concept-world, and especially in a shrinking back alley of vocabulary. I know, though, that that's kind of an inevitable function of groping round for the pivotal things that matter at any given point and that likely you'll work through it. Often in retrospect you find that from the new 'outside' the ideas-trap wasn't as tight as it felt, and that as you pursued the central things you side segued into loads of escape routes and invoked tons of free-er moments and ideas along the way.

*By which I mean I am often aghast at the sheer volume a lot of you produce as critics and bloggers and so on. So Jess, maybe you could stop for just a little while? Or make some experiments in finely honed minimalism?