
Bending Time
A strange thing has been happening to me lately.
I keep losing afternoons.
I sit down in the morning intending to write something. One idea leads to another, so I start researching. Then I find myself opening another document because a sentence has suddenly taken me somewhere else, changing something I created the day before, or following an idea just to see where it goes.
Eventually I look at the clock.
Three o’clock.
And for a few seconds I genuinely cannot understand how that happened.
This may sound completely ordinary to someone who has always loved what she does. To me, it is not.
I…
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