Friday, February 29, 2008

As a girl I lit fire to my room because I had to read.

Now, instead of sneak reading with a towel draped over the lamp, I sit in the glow of the computer screen, writing.

In the first hours of the day I wonder that I am too late, it is too much, I have too little.

For tonight, I am too tired.


Mrs. Chicken said...

It is never too late. I'm learning that lesson slowly. I'm finding that the goal has changed - from being published, famous - to being happy, finding the joy in the letters going together just right, slowly revealing the puzzle that is my life.

Don't stop.

Meg said...

Oh, I am not stopping. I just need to find a new schedule. Writing between 10pm -2 am won't work.