A Writer's Notebook, Day Five-Hundred-And-Forty-Five
Though it was another long day, and not an entirely pleasant one if I am honest, I am able to say that I made it to my office to work this evening. As well, I finished earlier than other nights, and spent less time sitting about than many nights. I can acknowledge that some of this is due to my having been on the phone, but I also felt a certain kind of freedom in the writing, as though I have stepped across another boundary, one that is allowing me to play in ways I hadn't always allowed myself. I felt that a number of the poems I wrote tonight were very much interested in types of language that have always been fascinating to me, but which I have not played with much. I feel unrestrained in some sense, though I cannot say what that means yet.
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