11-08-2026
It's morning, just past eight, and I'm in my office on the second floor. I've given myself ten minutes to write. My dog is downstairs and I figure, I will wait for her food
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It's morning, just past eight, and I'm in my office on the second floor. I've given myself ten minutes to write. My dog is downstairs and I figure, I will wait for her food
Read more →I'm upstairs in my office writing and my wife is downstairs in the living room watching a show and she thinks that I am working but I am not. I am instead trying to write something, anything at
Read more →It's ten twenty in the morning. I am in my office with the shades darkened even though it is sunny outside. The glow from the monitors in front of me is brighter than the light cast from the
Read more →As always I don't want to write all that much but I feel also somehow compelled as I haven't been able to do it in days. It seems like such a simple thing, to sit and
Read more →I'm resisting the urge to work and instead write. I tell myself I will write and then I don't. I don't want to write but that isn't important either. What is important
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