Still quite tired, but getting more into my usual routine. 5 a.m. comes by pretty damn early, though. I must complain.
I've been thinking a lot about the "work" of writing, how difficult it is to carve out the time and commitment. And how sometimes when I write it's such a wonder and a treat, and it's fun. So much depends on whether I have something to bring to the page or not. So here's my thought: If I can figure out how to really outline so that what I'm writing is right there in front of me, it might be fun rather than work.
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