Time to write

I think the last word I wrote was a week ago.  Then interviews to attend, family to see, friends to catch up with, and a host of other things to deal with. A week gone and the day is again mine.

The sudden expanse of space and time before me feels awkward. Music and television fill the void while I wait to feel any forwards force from mind or body. I feel useless.

Time to write.

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