Everytime I sit down to write, I'm asked why this time isn't being spent with family, or why I'm just stuck on the screen or why that or this or so on. And truth be told they're all reasonable questions, this time is for family I could be writing in my own time when I'm in Seattle but that's not...how...habits work, or writing, and so writing has to be a rebellious activity, almost an undermining of the authority. Just to find some free undisturbed time go get something written, that's hard. Not being disturbed is the hardest, I've been interrupted four times as I've been writing the last four posts, and that's a part of the whole deal but it kinda' makes sense why there are no good or prolific writers to come our of this place: because nobody lets them, there's no goddamn expectation of privacy. Which is fine, whatever, but man, writing and literature are important too, no?
Addendum: I tried to publish this post a couple of times and failed. Turns out the maid disconnected the internet router, then reconnected it, then disconnected it again, so there was a whole lot of dance to figure out what's happening. And that's how it works here folks!
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