Single Writer Seeks Same

Hi friends. It’s raining in New Orleans and it finally feels like winter, or at least our version of winter, wet, gray, sixty degrees, and gloomy. I’m mired in edits, nudging everything around with my brain, thinking about it before bed and then waking up early to tackle it again. Sleeping with a notebook next to me, as a safety measure, to make sure I don’t won’t miss one single idea, even if what I scrawled down doesn’t make sense in the morning. I’d write about what I’m going through more specifically but in order to describe it, I’d probably break it. Best to let things alone for now.

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