The Writing Life

I did not imagine it would involve fighting over who gets to use the clean fork while the laundry, paperwork and bills pile up around our ears. Suddenly, I am missing university when I had only one tiny room (of my own) to fill with crap, and days and days and days in which to read. I did very little writing, but I knew, without being worried, that I’d be getting around to it soon. 

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