Sometimes I Wish The Writing

It Certainly Was An Important Moment For Me, That Realization That I Was Not Going To Get What I Wanted. It Was Very Freeing. I Keep Using That Word "freeing" Or "liberating." I Feel Like Houdini Sometimes, Like I'm Just Getting Out Of One Set Of Shackles After Another, Hanging Upside Down Inside A Burlap Bag With Handcuffs On. Hopefully One Day, I'm Going To Get Out Of This Tank Of Water.

I Wish I Had A Typical Workday. I Struggle To Get Up At Seven And Almost Always Fail. I Just Try To Get To My Office As Soon As I Can, But It's Always Later Than I Would Like.

She Has Given Me A Way Out.

Was Daedalus Really Stricken With Grief When Icarus Fell Into The Sea? Or Just Disappointed By The Design Failure

You Can't Live And Write At The Same Time.