Day interrupted.
I had an appointment today so I stopped at 1004 words. I'm trying to get back into the swing, but it's just so damn beautiful outside. 26139.
3:24 AM and the bugbear of inconsistency
I'm staring at the Space Needle wondering how John Grisham did it. I'm told he wrote his first novel while working full-time in a law firm. His bio on his website confirms this information. I don't like 5 AM. I like this hour. Between 3:30 and 4:30 AM nearly the entire world is quiet. If anything breathes, or snores as the case may be, you hear it. The house pops and re-adjusts as it loses heat and your thoughts echo like tympani drums with each satin stroke of a key. That said, this hour is unreasonable by any sane intellectual measure. No civilized thought resides here in the dark, only the wild abandon of far more rational people than I dreaming away their day's problems. No, this is the hour of mad men heated beyond the polite conventions of society, wrestling dreams only slightly more tangible into being. This unsustainable, delicious hour has to be enjoyed as the rare treat that it is - with only th...
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