Monday, March 17, 2003

I keep turning to the computer, thinking I need to edit an other chapter, do some proofreading, write... something. And then there is no more I need to do. It feels odd, like loss. My sister the artist likens the sensation after giving up a new work of art to grief. I think she is right, this feels like grief, like the loss of a lover, like the end of an affair. My mind keeps returning to it, keeps thinking I need to spend time with my significant other - only to find that it's over, I have sent it away.

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