Tuesday, April 5, 2011


I'm trying new habits. The one in hot rotation at the moment is getting up at the crack of dawn to write for a few hours before I do anything else that day. The night before it makes sense. When I wake up, even, bleary-eyed and aghast, it makes sense. 
Yet here I am blinking before the glare of the screen and all I can think is that I feel like an oyster shucked from my shell.

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