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Thanks, all, for your warm words. Every new day starts out with the promise of swell and goes hell usually before noon recently, so I will carry them with me tomorrow and think fondly of you.
As for Jennie, or anybody else who likes the idea of writing three pages (or more than three pages) every day... you're right, lady. I made excuses for myself for a very long time (even once we got the book. Oh, this week we have to do the laundry. Oh, this week we're dealing with a work crisis. Oh, this week I have to wash my hair) and I eventually realized that all I was doing was excusing myself from creative expression that had the potential to help me deal with whatever was ridiculous and looming in my path. And the same is true for all of us. We're creative by nature, the human beings.
So you don't want to get up any earlier right now? OK. That's OK. I wasn't ready at first, either. But when your yearning for a creative existence overcomes your sleep deprivation, you know where I am. (And where I've been.)
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