Tuesday, June 9, 2015

What Are You Waiting For?

I get up every morning at six so I can write before work, in the calm darkness of a quiet house, and I usually get a few hundred words written before I'm dragged into the day by the gravity of the world, but I work pretty long days, and when I get home around six in the evening, instead of writing some more, I just think about writing - while I'm watching TV, cooking dinner, getting ready for bed, walking the dog. I'm deliberately not writing, like a guy giving himself blue balls, abstaining from something I love so that, when I actually do write, it's all the sweeter.

But really, what if I die tomorrow, say, and all of this shit unwritten festers on hard drives, in the aether? I mean, how much time do I really think I have?

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