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Something old, something new
Inspired by the amazing people in my writer’s group, today I purchased a journal expressly to begin to write poetry in again. I used to write a lot of poetry, what feels like an age ago, though I have precious little of it remaining now.
Felled by one of the worst migraines of my life last night. I did write yesterday, only 1,000 words. I was feeling ill already then, my brain already misfiring from the oncoming migraine. No writing today, as my head is in that weird post-migraine state of weirdness. Tomorrow, there shall be writing. Today was mostly lying down the kidlet, watching Skins and reading Firebird when I could concentrate on it.
Annoyingly, it is a lovely springlike day outside, and I would dearly have loved to go for a walk in it. Still, there is tomorrow.
Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.
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