I’m undergoing a change of life. It’s leading to days of box packing, nights of re-evaluation, and thoughts of “Hmm, do I know anyone who’d really want a copy of this?”
In other words, I’m moving later this year. It’s eaten up a lot of my time and thought-space. Finding hours is a precious thing now. I maybe squeeze in 30 minutes of writing in the morning, before work starts up. I got a chance to have a full hour one evening and it was bliss. I missed having reserved space for just writing.
But, until then, scrape what you can. Write what you can, when you can. Hide words away like microfilm left in dead drops. Keep writing.
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