Started writing with a pen and paper again at night since a couple of nights ago. (TRYING to write, precisely.) It's a big change that I don't feel "lost" in the living room after my girls' bed time. It should mean that I'm doing fairly well.
Finished a poem last night. Strangely the title is very very long and the poem itself is short. They must be almost the same lengths... It actually looks as wacky as some pieces of art in Tate Modern! Well, should I call myself a contemporary artist or a mad woman??
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