Wednesday, March 10, 2010

It's True

I was standing downstairs in the dining room at work, talking to Emily. "You should have called me," I said, "I was up until 2 a.m. writing."
"On your novel?" She asked.
"No. On something about the mural."
"I don't know how you can stay up until two a.m. just writing. I'd have to be drunk or... I don't know, I'd fall asleep."
"Writing is the love of my life," I said, and it's true.

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