Losing Is An Awkward Feeling
Dan living with me for the summer is killing my writing.
It's not his fault or anything. Its just that, having someone around me at all times leaves very little room for the careful contemplation that solitude affords.
And that's the careful contemplation that spawns my writing.
I just wish I could find a little corner of the day not taken up by work or friends or my girlfriend or dan.
One longer than 10 minutes, that is.
It's not his fault or anything. Its just that, having someone around me at all times leaves very little room for the careful contemplation that solitude affords.
And that's the careful contemplation that spawns my writing.
I just wish I could find a little corner of the day not taken up by work or friends or my girlfriend or dan.
One longer than 10 minutes, that is.