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The day I find the perfect place to write. And write. And write. It has been 23 years and more, and I am still looking for my spot.
Also, the day I finally know there'll be no worries for me on Monday to cloud the joys of my Sunday evenings. I used to hate Sunday evenings. Hate them with a passion. When Heartbeat or London's Burning came on the TV, I used to scream inside, knowing that Sunday night was here and Monday was soon to follow.
The day I find the perfect place to write. And write. And write. It has been 23 years and more, and I am still looking for my spot.
Also, the day I finally know there'll be no worries for me on Monday to cloud the joys of my Sunday evenings. I used to hate Sunday evenings. Hate them with a passion. When Heartbeat or London's Burning came on the TV, I used to scream inside, knowing that Sunday night was here and Monday was soon to follow.
