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Saturday, September 27, 2014
Can't Write With You Babe
Hello there again. It seems as if I've relegated my website to be my sounding board for writing complaints and such. I've been trying to write all morning but have been distracted by my husband and all the things he's working on—playing, making me read his work, talking on the phone—and I've come to realize that I do need to hear my thoughts when I'm writing. I either need complete silence, or the background sound (I like cafes or busy newsrooms) must be indistinct as to not distract me from my work. When I listen to music, it needs to not have any words at all, or else I'll go off and start daydreaming again.
In any case, I should go back to my paid, consumerist ramblings. I have deadlines!
Labels:
deadlines,
distraction,
husband,
sylvia plath,
thoughts,
writing
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