My childhood bedroom had a built in desk, the kind you pulled open so the writing surface hung from the wall on chains. I used that desk to fill huge books with angsty teen-aged writing. I also used it to carefully save every piece of my writing that was published in the school newspaper. Fast forward 50 years. Now I’m putting my writing on the Internet. I still have the bug.
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