I'm sitting in the midst of a swirling chaos trying to write. Robert Cormier used to write on a moving train with three million distractions around him. At least I'm sitting in my bedroom.
Every part of this swirling chaos belongs, in some way, to me.
I will finish and then I will start to clean and clear and dust and organise.
For now, I will write.
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