It was only two years ago today that someone began missing a certain girl–
Writing last night, writing this morning. Here it is, almost nine AM, and I’ve been at work on the story for nearly and hour and a half. I know that because I’m playing the recording of The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway concert recording from the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles, and they’re playing Riding the Scree now–and the time mark is 1:36:00. Gotta have my music when I write.
Since It’s going to be a busy afternoon I needed to get this out now, least I miss it later tonight. And I didn’t want to do that because this is an important point in the story–and one I’ve been dodging because of the feelings it brings out in me. That’s one of the nice things about writing in public: you can’t stop and begin sobbing openly in a cafe unless you want people to come over and ask what’s wrong. do…
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