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Friday Night Blight

It’s a strange but quantifiable phenomenon that, on days when I have the most time to write, I usually write the least. I guess I’m deadline driven. All week long I fight to squeeze in my writing time between work and play, but come the long stretch of free time over Friday and the weekends, my output dries up. I often muse about quitting my day job and writing full-time. I should be dissuaded from this temptation. The house would be clean, the chores would be complete, the correspondence would be timely, and I’d have an excellent iTunes library, but the writing would be self-obsessed and sparse (kinda like this post.)

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