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.
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2 comments:

Amy 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.

11:02 AM
Meg said...

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

Thanks-

11:43 AM

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