Other than the desk, neither my house or me resemble this painting yet...it caught my eye and reminded me of my struggle to write.Non-fiction pieces seem to flow especially at deadline, but the creative juices are remarkably hidden from my view these days.
Although I did manage to commit to starting an official journal and take each day as it comes. What it seems I've been doing is scribbling rapid thoughts in a Rhodia reporter and then transferring the sentences and paragraphs with minor editing into this larger, sturdy Black Book I discovered I had down cellar.
Imagine, Guy Rose 1867-1925, "The Difficult Reply, 1910."
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