Cleaning up after Irene is like cleaning up after a massive frat party.

( I took a shot at the moon )

One of the more pleasant consequences of my renewed dedication to writing is that I haven't had time to be distracted by politics.

( Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in )

Irene thought she was a rock star, and the East Coast was her hotel room.

( New avenues of thought )

Irene was full of sound and fury, but she's done her damage and headed north. And so it goes.

( No power ≠ no writing )

Who knew that a couple of shoeboxes could be so elusive?

( A shoebox, a shoebox! My kingdom for a shoebox! )

Ernest Hemingway allegedly said that "there is nothing to writing. All you do," he explained, "is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."

( The brutal truth inside my lies )