What next? Should I try to write something instead of copying first drafts from notebooks into second drafts onto the computer like I’ve been doing for hours?
There are voices outside. They’re arguing at 11 at night.
I’m not sure if I can really ask my mind to perform like a circus monkey. I think I will need to add new stories to it, soon.
I’m always working. On something. I have many life passions. I have a burning, seething need to create…