Only days left in year and I’m thinking of reshaping, redoing, but that’s not what I need do. I should ….. I don’t know. But I’m thinking. Just know I’m thinking. And the coffee helps. How to get to my office, how leave the clock’s grip, that’s my plated query. How did that Pulitzer Prize winning writer do it, decide on one project? Do all writers struggle like this? I feel like one of my students unable to fixate into a project or thesis or even brainstorming. Now my wheels revolve angrily, centralize in their respective eruptions. Rome, Paris, Portugal– Madrid. Let me pack…
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