Friday, February 15, 2013


I haven't had much time to write this week. It's been a busy, long week. But I find in the rare quiet moments my brain drifts into that spot where the characters are real, and the stories flow. And I'm never near a computer or a post-it.

I need a pen and paper or a recording device or something. I don't know, I just know that if my book was linked directly to my brain the whole thing would be done already.

Why hasn't anyone invented stream of consciouness computing? This is something I would pay money for.

I just know that so much of my life is NOT writing. But much of my thinking is.

That *should* count for something.


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