It's after midnight. I technically missed yesterday's post.
Worked a 16-hour day today. And it didn't leave time for creative writing.
It barely left room for food.
I can flog myself with a wet noodle later. For now, I need to turn in.
I've got to be up in seven hours for a breakfast meeting in Manhattan.
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death; Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
--Shakespeare, Macbeth, V, v
Some might say it's a cheat to finish up by copying the words of someone else. Others, however, believe that another's great words can spawn our own creativity.
I soon hope to find out.
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Oh, I hear ya! I am having a time revising my ms, it seems like the never-ending book project. Tomorrow is a word that I wish did not exist in terms of writing. But, too often, we have to work long hours in order to afford the cost of living a writer's life.
I have not had the opportunity, to read your work yet, something I would really like to do here soon. If you are looking for a place to advertise a new book, I have a great site that is full of opportunities for published writers and newbie's.
Hope to read some of your work very soon. Good luck in the big apple, that takes guts!
---Katina
President of
One Stop Write Shop
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