freeze

cooked for a few days, prepped a day, cooked a day, reconcocted with leftovers and froze for desperate days of winter. ┬ánow I’m writing again, afraid of what is going to happen in january when I have to teach again, no idea how to prepare either to protect the book from me going to work or to let going to work affect what the book will be in some good way, all that food in the freezer, I just don’t want what I love in life on hold.

PS ya’ll know that typewriter is a metaphor for a computer, right?

PPS and hiding bloggily behind it is sem-ironic?

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