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Once upon a time I was enamoured with the figure of The Writer. This tortured, eccentric sole displayed aspects of King, Hemingway andwhoever else I happened to be enamoured with at the time. He was the sort of fellow who would do things like sit under bridges with a notepad and a chewed old Bic pen and (optionally) a bottle of scotch.
I got over it. The art is the important part. You write wherever you're most comfortable.
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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