I need to let my mind rest. I feel like John Gardner would have written "good!" "nice!" "okay!" on entries I wrote a few months ago, but now, well, he'd probably throw cigarettes in my face and tell me to try again with a little more creativity. My style of writing doesn't evolve, it just changes.

The drugs are impacting my brain negatively (well, obviously). My vocabulary and mental alertness aren't what they used to be. I'm taking a long long vacation from the hard drugs, and I'm filling up my library with books I never got around to reading (though as a writer it's sort of embarrassing that I haven't).