Se7en and Jo chat on a recent evening. Jo had just changed houses for the hundredsomethingth time, but was totally unaffected by it. After wearing a dress for two days, I've been hanging out in my plaid pajamas with my Adamski jean jacket.I am going to totally crash soon. I still can't sleep. I woke up at 3:30 am and, after tossing and turning for about half an hour, got up and started writing.
I am becoming a ghost in this house. I rarely appear outside my room when I'm here. It's not only about the writing. I have banished myself. I belong in this small room with my piles of books and boxed-up stuff. There is more to that story, but it's secret.
The incredible thing for me is my brain will not stop. What you see posted is a fraction of what I'm working on at any given moment. I do like to edit it a bit, although I am almost too excited to wait. Unfortunately, I still have to go to work today as every M to F, so I have to stifle until I return at about 5:00. Ugh...best get to stifling. I have an early meeting.
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