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08/27 Direct Link

“ a line you wrote six years ago is sitting in your notebook undecided about what it wants to be”

most lines in my notebooks are still undecided about what they want to be, but all are quite content to be where they be – hidden away, on that bottom shelf of my bookshelf, unread, unseen, ignored by all eyes but occasionally mine. They want no other attention. They are not the performers on stage. They are the behind the scenes, waiting in the wings, support for the main cast who appears rarely in nano novels that select people may read.