Writing is: cold cups of tea, tippy tappping fingernails, a lump on the ring finger as though married to the damn act, coffee of indeterminate ages, cafes, a crick in the shoulder, early mornings late nights and snatched moments, messy desks, always running out of ink, an indulgement, an inspiration and ever growing piles of paper.
For me anyway, for you?
Lynsey May 
Writing is nerve wracking, and rewarding. It’s fullfilling and emptying at the same time. It’s a relief valve I should have stuck with years ago but hvae joy in it now.
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nice 🙂
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It is a relentless search for the unreachable.
Dr. B
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