Leaving, returning
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Stepping into my writing room this morning after four days away, I wished I had left it tidy. There is hardly room for my mug of decaf midst the festering mounds of post-it notes and scraps.
It's always hard to return to writing after time away. Of course I had intended to write while at the Kingston WritersFest; of course that was impossible!
Later today, after I emerge from my writing room into that vast demanding arena called Life, I intend to gather my learnings and post them here. But n...
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Stepping into my writing room this morning after four days away, I wished I had left it tidy. There is hardly room for my mug of decaf midst the festering mounds of post-it notes and scraps.
It's always hard to return to writing after time away. Of course I had intended to write while at the Kingston WritersFest; of course that was impossible!
Later today, after I emerge from my writing room into that vast demanding arena called Life, I intend to gather my learnings and post them here. But n...
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