A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-Twenty-Seven

I am writing in the evening today, but it is not the same thing again.  This morning I woke up and went to work, but I didn't get all of my writing done.  I had some appointments and did not get back to my desk until after dinner tonight.  The point is, though, I did not abandon my practice this morning.  I feel quite positive about it, to be honest, and I think the work I did today was quite good.  It may be that when I give myself more freedom within the structure of my practice it works out well for me.

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