i have been cultivated indelicately, been drawn upwards from a barren ground achingly
usually attached to a clipboard. This morning it occurred to me that the practice has become impossible; it requires two free hands to start a new page, and in these newborn weeks I often have—at most—one. Today I am buying a spiral notebook. Who knows what weirdness will follow.
Yesterday I was wondering how my newborn will affect my writing habits, too…
6 weeks until the so young flesh arrives and we metamorphose out of the womb-cocoon together…
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