Have you ever tried to save money by not buying the mesmerizing glitter heels? Or the Odemwingie soccer jersey? Then, after waiting and waiting you cashed a birthday check, and you held in your hands a stack of crisp bills all fanned out. Think of the money smell, the slippery newness of the paper that's different from book pages or newspaper. You don't have to be "ooooo, money!!" to enjoy that--it's just nice.
It's how I feel when I see a stack of notebook paper handwritten in pen, scribbled out here and there (with a sketch or two in the margins) covered top to bottom and front to back with a story.
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Courtesy of my fellow writer who cranks out 6 pages a
day effortlessly while I work and work and finally finish one |
Those times when you can write non-stop are so amazing!
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