writergrl @ 2009-02-26T06:50:00

As I write this, there is a painter on a ladder literally RIGHT outside my window. He's scraping, and I can hear him breathing, and talking on his phone from time to time, and chatting with the other painters below him on the deck. I've never written with such a close audience, but the weird thing is I am getting used to it. I have learned that with writing, I can get used to anything.

We're building a garage right now, with an office above it for me. Which, hopefully, will make me feel like mor