Not so fast

Well, a day-and-a-half can be just enough rope to hang yourself with, I am coming to realize.  I forgot that the mind moves far too fast (up into exhilaration, down into despair) to make that period of time seem safe.  Ahh, the joys of paper-writing.  Apparently even good sleep and Sydney’s good cooking can’t make this process a sure and steady thing.  Off to beat back the demons . . . and gear up for writing a page an hour tomorrow.


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