An early morning birth, which I nearly missed (and so did the expectant parents), three hours of sleep, three hours of cleaning for my grandparents, temperatures nearing Satan's armpit level, and then another couple of hours of sleep does not make for a happy or creative me. A new life is a blessing. My grandparents are a blessing. Sleep (no matter how disjointed) is a blessing. The hot, hot heat is better than the cold, cold freezingness... but not necessarily on a day like today.
Today I can't seem to spew the words out without either wanting to rage or bawl. So, I am going to give myself the opportunity to just go with it.
I am a writer.
This is the best I can manage.
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