In a few short hours, I'll rise to go to work. Where the most creative thing I'll do, is have conversations with a co-worker, about self publishing, and writing good stories.
We'll also talk about the daily battle against conflicting urges, one to do the work we earn a salary for, and the other being, the urge to work on our own endeavors. Work will undoubtedly win out, yet the urge to dive headlong into that which brings us joy, floats just out of reach, on the recycled air, like the hint of sweet fruit, on deserted isle.
Hard not to get all "prosey" when you're sleepy. G'night Blogknockers.
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