Night Writing

night writing

Night has always been an uneasy time for me, riddled as it is with shadowy fears and ephemeral, clawing regrets. It is difficult for me to find my way among the constantly shifting sands of my midnight imaginings. But fear of depth-or dark-is a luxury that is afforded to no one who would call herself a writer. So, for this week, I will devote myself to writing outside after dark, with only the light of my rose scented candle and the dark, wild taste of blackberry sage tea for company. I look forward to whatever tales come to whisper to me from the dark
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