I hate that poem; a ton of brilliant writers would have left us without their masterpieces had they listened to this genius outsider. But as I am not exactly one of those, neither a genius though yes and outsider, I have decided to follow suit and write only when it's pouring out of me. The rest of the time I sit at the keyboard only when it pays. I don't even check my private emails anymore, I have tens of thousands waiting somewhere. I have erased every boring part of my life out —other than the 45 hours slaved-labor every week, more than enough if you ask me—.
Happy Sunday, Earthlins. No long to Tuesday now, hang in there. Those second-living happy two Sundays !!
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